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The cycle, galore |
| Life Reduced to a video game Big-Macs Grande cafe-lattes with spices More shit Gucci or Prada Fancy wheels Nine to five or three on three off Stuck on the mountain Pushing fancy rocks that weigh too much But they sparkle when they roll Can I supersize my sorrows Can I get a side of celebrity Is that beer at least five dollars How many calories A superstar keeps their figure Did you hear about my fancy job Did I rant enough about race Sexism galore Nine out of ten popular groups approve Me Me Me I shunned the little people So unique but like them I am fancy with invincible friends Alone I am lonely weighted and tired I should buy another game Definitely update my status Before death |