They think they own the sun My wishlist has all these fuckers sorted out I couldn't disagree more with them And it worked this wrong address They eat shit and brains But I don't need no brains No I don't need no brains for this
Go out and get Go out and get me money Go out and get me money Go out and get me money
Yeah I love these modern things I have manuals in mind Yet I imagine us in all these golden eras Reminiscing can't expect sense from all that stings So we'll argue About those nights of fights like cats and dogs
That's why I say Go out gotta get me Go out and get me money Go out and get me money Go out and get me money Go out and get me money
Yeah I'm famous for going too fast and getting lost In it when ya movin' in start When you're movin' in started.
