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BOSS.
Lets live thought free
Take away the nightmares
And daily anxieties
I don’t wanna care if my hairs right
I just wanna dance through the night
Fuck your opinions
They make me cry like onions
I don’t wanna be brought down
I just wanna run this town
I wanna be a boss
Make that money
Yes, honey
I wanna be your boss
Running through town
They all staring because they know I make the bread
I’m the boy with the crown on his head
face like a god
God please tell me why I’m here?
I wanna be a boss
Make that money
Yes, honey
I wanna be your boss
Cruising through the night
Me and the wind we fight
My face out the window
The wind pushes me back
I wanna be a boss
Make that money
Yes, honey
I wanna be your boss
Fuck your opinions
They make me cry like onions
I dont wanna be brought down
I just wanna run this town
Take away the nightmares
And daily anxieties
I don’t wanna care if my hairs right
I just wanna dance through the night
Fuck your opinions
They make me cry like onions
I don’t wanna be brought down
I just wanna run this town
I wanna be a boss
Make that money
Yes, honey
I wanna be your boss
Running through town
They all staring because they know I make the bread
I’m the boy with the crown on his head
face like a god
God please tell me why I’m here?
I wanna be a boss
Make that money
Yes, honey
I wanna be your boss
Cruising through the night
Me and the wind we fight
My face out the window
The wind pushes me back
I wanna be a boss
Make that money
Yes, honey
I wanna be your boss
Fuck your opinions
They make me cry like onions
I dont wanna be brought down
I just wanna run this town
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