Pull me from the wreck My mangled vessel Sits beneath this rooted passing If money wasn't so expensive Maybe life wouldn't cost less We can see everything
crib is ten million The corks from Dom Perignon can't reach my ceiling Four maids with four grenades When the sun's in my face, all I do is lower the
million The corks from Dom Perignon can't reach my ceiling Four maids with four grenades When the sun's in my face, all I do is lower the walls for shade
