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♪ The money exchanged arranged ♪

♪ Cast, Lord, travish and bask ♪

♪ Free at last brand new witch to crest ♪

♪ Then we laugh in the illa path ♪

♪ The villa house is gonna grow ♪

♪ How we do, trees from breakfast ♪

♪ Down sexist and then stretches ♪

♪ So many years of depression make me vision ♪

♪ The better living type of place to raise **** in ♪

♪ Open the eyes to the lies ♪

♪ History's so foul but I'm as wise as the whole house ♪

♪ Plus the gold ***** seeing things ♪

♪ Like I was controlling, quick rolling ♪

♪ Drinking six digits on kicks and still holding ♪

♪ Church to palace, I civilize every savage ♪

♪ Give me one shot, I turn fight like to lavish ♪

♪ Political prisoners set free, stress free ♪

♪ No one believes the frivolous threes and jet skis ♪

♪ Feel the wind breeze in West Indies ♪

♪ I think Coretta, Scott King, mayor of the cities ♪

♪ In reverse bees to Williams ♪

♪ And sound foul when they people like me to go downtown ♪

♪ I open every cell in Attica, send them to Africa ♪

♪ If I rule the world ♪

♪ Imagine that ♪

♪ I free all my soul ♪

♪ I love 'em all, oh baby ♪

♪ Black diamonds and pearls ♪

♪ I feel you all by myself ♪

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