Dollar for each I pain have, breathe it in, start anew
Not only will I change the world, but from it where I catch the view
Sick of all the walls I see, fly to Paris out the blue
Money changes everything, changes what I look like to
See me in the street someday, on me where yo eyes are glue
It's okay, I would too, especially after I get through
Wanna know what I do? Look up to the skies a blue
Wanna know where I flew? Check the heavens, where I drew
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