I wan na be rich and I want less lots of mon (Bb)ey, I don’t care a bout clev (Bbm)er, cars I don’t and care a bout fun (F)ny.

I want loads of clothes (F)ter and fuck loads of dia monds, I heard peo ple die while they’re try fuck ing to find them.

And I’ll take my clothes off of and it will be shame less, ’cause ev ’ry one knows it’s it’s how pro you get fam (F)ous.

tion.

I’ll I’ll look at the Sun and I’ll look in the Mir (Bb)ror.

I’m on the right track, yeah, (CN.C.)I’m on to a win (F)ner.

And I don’t know what’s right and what’s real an y more.

And I don’t know how I’m meant to feel

an y more.

When do you think it will all be come clear?

’Cause I’m be ing ta ken o ver by the fear.

I Life’s a bout film stars I and less a bout moth (Bb)ers, I it’s all a bout fast (Bbm)er, cars I don’t and cus sin’ each oth (F)er.

But it does n’t mat (F)ter ’cause I’m pack ing plas tic, and that’s what makes my life they’re so fuck ing fan tas tic.

And I am a wea pon of mas it sive con sump tion and it’s not my fault it’s how I’m pro grammed to func (F)ous.

tion.

I’ll I’ll look at the Sun and I’ll look in the Mir (Bb)ror.

I’m on the right track, yeah, (CN.C.)I’m on to a win (F)ner.

And I don’t know what’s right and what’s real an y more.

And I don’t know how I’m meant to feel

an y more.

When do you think it will all be come clear?

’Cause I’m be ing ta ken o ver by the fear.

For get a bout guns and for get am u ni (Bb)tion, ’cause I’m kill ing them all on my own lit tle mis (F)sion.

Now, I’m not a saint, but I’m not a sin (Bb)ner, and ev ’ry thing’s cool as long as I’m get ting thin (F)ner.

And I don’t know