I got a lot I wanna see/ I might have a plan/
The plan is to get rich, as fast as I can/
with an itch to make it happen, I scratch with my hand/
tooth and nail I fight, all throughout my life/
in the night im seein visions/ but not in my dreams/
and when decisions got my stressin/ you might hear my screams/
wrestle with the mental missions and impossible things/
become achievable until the fat lady sings/
then its all over/ nothing is left/
my thoughts become so scattered as I think about death/
my breath becomes exhausted/ think I might need a rest/
in dreams my mind makes many special effects/
its kinda like im psychic when I'm seein whats next/
and I really like it when im feelin perplexed/
complex situations got my whole heart racing/
gets the blood pumpin like gas stations
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