Me Gusta el Dinero

Tell me who gave it to you
And where did you get it from
Or are you coming with the story
That you found it
In the streets
Dark entrails
There's something strange, I don't know why you're surprised
Take this, my blessing without being obese
Why don't you do it
Every night I pray
So you don't profit
Much less get involved
They, we, you, he, you suffer
There's a lot of misery running through the artery
That runs through the artery, there's a lot of misery
Air from the unknown underworld (hahhah)
What a deeper theme
Dark your streets
Make beings of rock
Come touch, feel, shut that damn mouth
Excuse me, ethics at ground level
Money made, unmade, did what it wanted

The need infests
Infests the prejudices
Stop once and for all now, put your judgment
Not like a true greed for money
First seek philosopher and shield
abundance in need and poverty that is gestating
but pure morality, pure morality protests
your money fails, they are legitimate zeros
for you, they are good, the best companions
puppets manipulated by the threads of morality
warring in that chance
that can be fatal
she told me leave aside that greed
since that truth traps you, addict you
deep down she didn't want
look at him now, he profited
with the passing of time, too involved
two beings that become two beings that confront
united in one being which they represent
excuse me, ethics at ground level
money made, unmade, did what it wanted
he got into that world
the same in that Hera slowly he was caught
by the black sphere by the dark and gloomy world
Dark your streets
Make beings of rock
come touch, feel, and shut that damn mouth
I only know that this system teaches you one thing
the need leads you to dig your own grave
two beings that become
two beings that confront United
in one being which they represent
excuse me, ethics at ground level
money made, unmade, did what it wanted.
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