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No matter how much money I make, I can't get back the time that I spent
So make sure you stay out of my way, unless there's substance to what you say
I got one friend, not a means to an end
I pitch one cent, he knows about my sin
That's not a cover, that's my kin
That man's a brother, let him in
Look around the room I'm in
They don't wonder how it is
What kind of mood swing is this?
I'm tired, no need to convince
No matter how much money I make, I can't get back the time that I waste
So make sure you stay out of my way, unless there's substance to what you say