paper chase
it's the frist of the year ,tax time fotting around,so let's get it in gear,
lil money in my pocket ,
got me feeling like the man in here,
like the man of the year,
gotta keep getting the paper so it wont disapper,
to much time wasted when there's money to be making,
no time for pictures, no time for interveiws,
im going to get the money,
snow storm or sunny,
like verizon can you hear me,now,
there's no backing down.
paper chase.
by citiboy
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