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saved, she wanna get saved, I ain't gonna save her
Yeah!

No I won't save her
Dolla $ign a fuckboi he won't date her
About my paper, real big shit man
blood
The wars of the Earth have begun
The sunless age comes so it seems
The cities surrounded by thieves

Rich man he lusts for gold
Still there are
get saved, she wanna get saved, I ain't gonna save her
Yeah!

No I won't save her
Dolla $ign a fuckboi he won't date her
About my paper, real big
this

Ain't nowhere to run, ain't nowhere to hide
Ain't nowhere to go, Reaper's saved your soul

Surrounded by the colors, I see crimson, black,
Come on down have a look around at rich folks living in a poor folks town
We got no money but we're rich in love that's one thing that we've got
Come on down have a look around at rich folks living in a poor folks town
We got no money but we're rich in love that's one thing that we've got
he did me a favor
Maybe he saved me some trouble down the line
But maybe they're just like me
Baby, it's what they mean
Don't judge a book by the cover
Down by the river where the big boats go by
Each day you could see them as evening was nigh
They planned to be married at the first sign of spring
plastic trapaulin
Mi wan fi rich, mi wan fi rich, rich, rich
Mi wan fi, mi wan fi rich, mi wan fi rich, rich,
Rich, again
Mi want a million dollar by
Girl, girl, girl
That's your life
Girl
Smoking that glass pipe

I come from the city of dope
It couldn't be saved by john the pope
Cause
She was young and she was pretty a victim of a rich man's whim
When she met a wealthy gentleman Big Ben Colson and she had a child by him
Well he
nowhere to go ('cause I be runnin' this)
Reaper saved your soul (come on)

Surroned by the colors, I see crimson, black and blue (come on)
Locking open
nowhere to go ('cause I be runnin' this)
Reaper saved your soul (come on)

Surroned by the colors, I see crimson, black and blue (come on)
Locking open
of line
Like this old tattoo
I ain't shiny or new
With you by my side nothing matters

[Chorus:]
I can save the world
Since the night your love saved
and tuxedos
Eating sheppard bed meals, cashing big burritos
Big dinero, rich money don't sleep
I got to have it every day of the week
Rich Bitch Problems, I
Atlanta, Georgia
By the firm of Youse and Son

I find no fault with the two young lovers
Who dine all night on the candied eels
Then dance till dawn to a big
rich and pretty
I'll get myself the key to the big city
Find a way to make some money
Move into the land of milk and honey
Everything's sweet
the honey
Poor man throws the cotton

And the rich man makes the money

[Chorus:]

We travel all over this country wide
Playing music by the hour
keep a stash safe kid, when I proposed it made her face big

She keep me jigg, glorifying medallions
Got me in clothes made by Italians, feed me
to be, rich and famous, rich and famous.
Do you really want to be, rich and famous now.

Mr. Big shot what is your game
Mr. Big shot what is your final
God of the rich man ain't the god for the poor.
God, men and the state hospital is closed, and wouldn't you know
Winos and office girls in
young to marry
Take me back to Tulsa I'm too young to marry
Little bee sucks the blossom big bee makes the honey
Poor man raise the cotton rich man
Have a little drink
No, thank you, brother
Want to get rich?
Don't need it brother

Wanna fool around?
No, thank you sister
Ain't you heard
safe that way
Is it better than just playing instead?
Was a big step for me to roll up my golden light
Should have saved, saved my energy

I'm awake
Nine miles of two-strand topped with barbed wire
Laid by the father for the son.
Good shelter down there on the valley floor,
Down by where