Money

Sat, 04/10/2021 - 16:59 -- Becky16

It's not the time for love
Gotta get that cash
I make my own way
Now, I can't just eat and hang out
Waste of time
I can't spend this golden time for you
If you're painful, that's youth
For me, time for sick is just
Waste of time
There's no time for love
The winter is coming,
I'll make my mother wear a leopard coat
I'll beat you, I'll beat you
You can't foresee my future
I do commit my whole time
Though you are sullen,
Sullen you can't help it
Right now I can't take your love
Right now I gotta get the phone
I gotta get that money
It's the success for myself and future

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