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Plenty done like to hurry
But plenty's got lots of plans
Plenty's got lots of worries on his hands
Plenty don't like to call nobody
But plenty's got lots of friends
Plenty's got lots of credit cards
That he spends
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If it's all you got the more you need the wannabe's
Said you called the shots and
All your ways are gold
Seems the more you got the more
You lose humanity
Where's your sanity is it gone?
Plenty sure likes to count it y'all
But plenty don't like to lend
Plenty don't like no violence nah
He pretends Plenty ain't like romantic nah
But plenty's got lots of friends
But plenty ain't gone to miss
You gone that just evident
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Violence makes the graves
Get bigger so you say
That which makes men cold
And bitter you'll understand
Some day
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