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Gimmie a buck
Not your change
Quarters don't go far these days
Three, four bucks
Times are hard
My cell phone app can swipe a card
Being super lazy is not immune to inflation
I need paper money for my permanent vacation
My vape juice and my car
They're not gonna fund themselves
Got my booze, got my drugs
My parents said that I'm cut off
Dig deep
Gimmie some
Dig deep
Coke and rum
Dig deep
Trust fund bum
Middle class trash
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