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• Текст, перевод и аккорды “Everyday I Think Of Money”

• I drive a truck, it carries money And everyday, I dream up my fantasies Yesterday I bought my beach house A little place just off the coast of France Everyday, I think of money Everyday, I think of running I love my truck, I love my family Stacked in the back, the good life surrounds me Could tie my right hand man, and put him some Then I'd ditch the truck and I'd buy a new face Everyday, I think of money Everyday, I think of some way Can't buy you a love, can't give you a soul Can pick you up, can down you low Can drag you out of the hole That you dug yourself, out of, again Sat in a truck, it carries convicts My hands are bound, to the seat by hand-cuffs Tomorrow I'll maybe walk around the yard Or paint in my cell and hate imprisonment Everyday, I think of money Everyday, I miss my family

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