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I drive a truck, it carries money<br>And everyday, I dream up my fantasies<br>Yesterday, I bought my beach house<br>A little place just off the coast of France<br>Everyday, I think of money<br>Everyday, I think of running<br><br>I love my truck, I love my family<br>Stacked in the back, the good life surrounds me<br>Could tie my right hand man<br>And put him some place<br>Then I´d ditch the truck<br>And buy a new face<br>Everyday, I think of money<br>Everyday, I think of someway<br><br>It can´t buy you love<br>It can´t give you a soul<br>Can pick you up<br>Can down you low<br>Can drag you out, of the hole<br>You dug<br>Yourself<br>Out of ... again<br><br>Sat in a truck, it carries convicts<br>My hands are bound, to the seat by handcuffs<br>Tomorrow, I´ll maybe walk around the yard<br>Or paint in my cell, and hate imprisonment<br>Everyday I think of money<br>Everyday I miss my family
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I drive a truck, it carries money<br>And everyday, I dream up my fantasies<br>Yesterday, I bought my beach house<br>A little place just off the coast of France<br>Everyday, I think of money<br>Everyday, I think of running<br><br>I love my truck, I love my family<br>Stacked in the back, the good life surrounds me<br>Could tie my right hand man<br>And put him some place<br>Then I´d ditch the truck<br>And buy a new face<br>Everyday, I think of money<br>Everyday, I think of someway<br><br>It can´t buy you love<br>It can´t give you a soul<br>Can pick you up<br>Can down you low<br>Can drag you out, of the hole<br>You dug<br>Yourself<br>Out of ... again<br><br>Sat in a truck, it carries convicts<br>My hands are bound, to the seat by handcuffs<br>Tomorrow, I´ll maybe walk around the yard<br>Or paint in my cell, and hate imprisonment<br>Everyday I think of money<br>Everyday I miss my family
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