Lyrics:
Aborteum.
I said Luciani
The future's here today
I said Hey Luciani
Pope of three three days
They made out you were are an ultra nut
And had
And the stock market crashing in their portfolios
While I'll be sitting here with a song that I wrote
Saying, love could change the world in a moment
But what
to make his bread from the future stock.
Rocksuck doo-doo,
With a big fat choo-choo,
Don't be a coo-coo.
Gotta get ready for the future shock.
You got some shares in a speculative venture,
you got some stock in a gilt-edged bond,
you stretched out tight by the terms of debenture,
the game is
Take stock of your life
What's wrong and what's right
Empty pockets, got no green
Don't you know sunshine is free
What breaks have you had
Some
populate and thief dem knowledge
And sell it right back inna college
Meanwhile they call 'em savage
What will the future bring for me
'Cause global
You got some shares in a speculative venture,
you got some stock in a gilt-edged bond,
you stretched out tight by the terms of debenture,
the game
Sold Your Future
Roll up, roll up. Roll up, roll up.
Sell your future!
Roll up, roll up, for shady deals.
Blood money, stocks, and arms a steal.
the future
So suck it up and tough it out
And be the best you can
The rain hit the old dog in the twilight's last gleaming
He said "son it sounds like
on their knees
Look at 'em scoot
They gonna clockout
I got my money
Tied up in stock
I got my mammy
Take my doggie for a walk
Me, I got
lookin' like evil dead zombies
With batteries to the head
The flattery of watchin' my stock rise
The salary, the compensation tripled my cock size
I run
excellence
removes the prejudice
in the future breeding of good strong
American stock.
The Spring Tree note sets the picture
Sebvis stocks will have to plunge
A company without a future
Easy prey for a hedge fund
I guess I'm fighting
Take stock of your life
What's wrong and what's right
Empty pockets, got no green
Don't you know sunshine is free
What breaks have you had
Some
here at the party
Sleep away the days
Hey angel face
Are you sorry?
The future's now further than ever
I sold my stock share of heaven
Now the angels
to see are all in for servicing, except for a small quantity of our new product, in the second gallery. It is all the stock required to cover the existing
I don't work for Jeff Bezos
He works for me
I got stocks in Amazon
Yes believe me
What's the ask love
What's the bid price
We could bid this
always on some bullshit like Chicago
So I flip that middle finger and the index finger follow
Deuces, we ain't got no future in tomorrow
I'm a dick, so
shot
What about your friends?
They're defective!
All the parts are out of stock
What about hope?
It's defective!
It's corroded and decayed
shot
What about your friends?
They're defective!
All the parts are out of stock
What about hope?
It's defective!
It's corroded and decayed
to meet
But that same old smile you've been thinking of all day, hmm
Why don't we turn the clock to zero, honey?
I'll sell the stock, we'll spend all
kill mi
Must leave a legacy fi mi future pickney
Betta think before yuh try come diss mi
Same like Bob send yuh dung inna e history
Index finger
the size of a mental block
I've got someone on the telephone
Trying to sell me a future in stock
Maybe I work too hard to be happy
And I should practice
I kept the light on late into the night
I am beginning a new life
A new life of discipline
Something more definite
Oh you'll be in the index
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