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Corrupt


Corrupt so corrupt indeed

You think money is all you need

Do you reallythink it willlast so long

Money is your happiness 

Your endless love song

 

But when it deplets you'll be on your knees

Asking the world why money has gotten the best of me

But when it returns the motor starts again and you begin to spend

 

Dont act like you want help

When you hands are covered with wealth

You reak of foolishness and your mind is swelled

Corruption will never turn out good so remeber that 

When money starts to become your world. 

 

 

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