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Final Hour

アーティスト:Big Sean 

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Catch me running to the money until my feet lose feelin. Stack it wall to wall till its leaking through the ceilin. Man All fucking hundreds so whats that like a zillion? working grave yard shifts cause we finna make a killin. Went from intern to the owner of the building. Bustin nuts counting money like oh what a feelin. To be seeing what I'm seeing after I've seen what I've seen its like acting out a scene from a dream of my dream.(X2) I got a dream that's worth more then my reality. And pride that's worth more then a salary. And a text from the girl I love I stopped calling Quote I hope its worth all it. Sometimes I feel I'm working just to work harder. And then work harder than who worked the hardest. man the life of a workaholic .You either on your work or just workin on it. Man fuck it kill'em all we gon need a ton of flowers. And if you need impossibilie give me bout an hour. Its time to turn a polaroid to a portrait. Rockin street clothes gettin money like i'm corporate. Youngin gettin it isn't life gorgeous. Bet the crib on em and you'll end up with a fortress. And ima need that new condo, town home, brown stone should I fuck with the dow jones. Or maybe I'll put money on the block instead?


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