Pushin’


I’ve heard you don’t sleep 

Your eyes as baggy as the nineties 

When are you going to rest? 

She raised her head and then she said 

.

When I’m rich, great or dead 

That’s when you’ll see me rest my head 

I don’t know if I’ll make it 

I’ll work this heart until I break it 

When I’m rich, great or dead 

That’s when you’ll see me on the bed 

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