I want to make money
I want to earn myself
I think that it is easy
But puts my teeth on shelf
All now I need is fuel
For auto heavy stuff
I've put a lot of money
That earned by my bluff
Now, when the auto rattles
And puffs the clouds of smoke
I have a crazy dreaming
That looks like silly joke
My lying words are fuel
For people's stupid brain
And they become so rattling
And puffing cash in vain
Well, driving and relaxing
I sing this simple joke
Earned cash will have been burned
Like auto's clouds of smoke
Escaping cheat song
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