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in a tiny foreign countrysideso near the gates of helllived a couple snotty kidswith a bucket of rhymesand case or two of swillgetting high on airplane glueand staying up untilone beats on his tummy sticksand the other sings to killit's such a large world to ridiculethinks lance, to himselfand i'm caught between suicidesguns lightning or the pillsbut after all is said and doneand i've said my farewellsmy eternal message will always live onas the children sing to themselvesi only did it because i want the moneyi only did it because i want the moneyi only did it because i want the moneyi only did it because i want the moneyi feel like every beat's been donewrites colin, out in brailleSongtexteand if i try to copy one theni might end up in jailbut if i still earn while i'm in theredoes it still count as to fail?and if i sell enough hits then,i'll be able to post my baili only did it because i want the moneyi only did it because i want the moneyi only did it because i want the moneyi only did it because i want the money Aus Songtexte Mania