I'm not fancy, I just love fancy shit Make a budget disappear like a magic trick Make him buy me everything, I don't have to pick Only hold a conversation if the bag is thick (hahaha) A material girl is not tasteless A material girl is my favorite I'm a material girl, so don't waste this If you not a material girl, then you basic, (hahaha) ugh Material girl (in a material world) Material girl (material girl) Material girl, (material world) I am a material girl Deposit all accounts, baby, keep the cash flowing Bust down wrist but the bussdown keep them going 42 on my lips, take a sip I like my niggas laid, don't come here with no chips How much is you paying? I don't speak broke boy language (no) You can leave with the crew that you came with Me and my bitches ain't playing (mmm) Ice me out, nigga (material world), like Elsa Fly me out, private jet (material girl), no Delta You can send your bitch back to the shelter (material world) You ain't got no money, bitch, I can't help ya A material girl is not tasteless A material girl is my favorite I'm a material girl, so don't waste this If you not a material girl then you basic, ugh (ahh) Material girl (in a material world) Material girl (material girl) Material girl Chanels and pearls, that's the trick that it take to keep the girls Look, but don't touch (uh-uh) You used to free bitches, I cost too much I'm married to the money, baby, you can keep ya tux Stop asking the same questions, "Is you fucking or what?" (Hehehe) I like a super size, nigga, money deluxe Where my money? Now you stutter, w-w-w-what? Let me make it real clear, fuck nigga, pay up Broke niggas leave a bad taste, ugh, yuck Ocean Drive is where I wanna be (material world) Neck on freeze thanks to my girl Tiffany (material girl) Feet on fleek, stepping through Balenci' (material world) You would be crazy as fuck to put her against me (mmm) Fly me to Cali (material world) Swiping all your credit cards, this B.A.P.S. (material girl), I'm Halle Gucci, Louis, Prada, it don't matter (material world) Money make me cum, boy, stop with the chatter A material girl is not tasteless A material girl is my favorite I'm a material girl, so don't waste this If you not a material girl, then you basic (stop clucking and pay up), ugh Material girl (in a material world) Material girl (material girl) Material girl (material world) I am a material girl Material girl (material world), I want Chanel 9 boots All these niggas steady jacket 'Cause they know I'm the truth (material girl) Material girl (material world), and I get it from my mami Balmain, bust down, these hoes can't stand me Material girl, currently working on a Grammy Meanwhile, pussy popping with your man in Miami (material world) Material girl, Chanels and pearls That's the trick that it take to keep the girls (ah, yeah) Materials and serials, bitch

Пятьдесят четвёртый этаж, смотрю на Москву Прокуренный винтаж, это rock new school Пятьдесят четвёртый этаж, смотрю на Москву Кровь течёт по лицу — это мне к лицу Кровь течёт по губам — это от тоски Мои дни снова разные, как носки Кровь течёт по губам из правой ноздри Я тебя не ебу, а ты ебёшь мозги Baby, я хулиган, как Симпсон Барт У меня есть Mastercard Baby, я хулиган, как Симпсон Барт Лучше тебе убегать Baby, я хулиган, как Симпсон Барт У меня есть Mastercard Baby, я хулиган, как Симпсон Барт Лучше тебе убегать Крашеные волосы, голос поколения Моё поведение, моё поведение Крашеные волосы, голос поколения Все ваши кумиры — это недоразумение Baby, я хулиган, как Симпсон Барт У меня есть Mastercard Baby, я хулиган, как Симпсон Барт Лучше тебе убегать Baby, я хулиган, как Симпсон Барт У меня есть Mastercard Baby, я хулиган, как Симпсон Барт Лучше тебе убегать Baby, я хулиган, как Симпсон Барт У меня есть Mastercard Baby, я хулиган, как Симпсон Барт Лучше тебе убегать

Wish I was riding the steam train Right out of the pages of time Down through the ol' Roaring Twenties To the fall of 1929 Back in heyday of railroads Before airplanes fluttered and flew Color me in like a cartoon hobo Doing what bums used to do Songs from the great Jimmie Rodgers Hearing ol' Bing Crosby croon This is a song of how things used to be And a script of a hobo cartoon Show me hopping a freight train Somewhere south of the yard Make it a Santa Fe boxcar Paint it all rusty and hard Sketch out an old hobo jungle Make the old days come alive on the page Build a rough shack Down by thе track Weather it heavy with agе Songs from the great Jimmie Rodgers Hearing ol' Bing Crosby croon This is a song of how things used to be And a script of a hobo cartoon Sometimes things are great to remember Some are too good to forget Things back then were so different Some things we think of them yet Songs from the great Jimmie Rodgers Hearing ol' Bing Crosby croon This is a song of how things used to be And a script of a hobo cartoon

Loneliness is settin' in How I feel, you don't know All my tomorrows, they depend On how my todays go Ain't seen your face for a few years or more You don't write, you don't call Tell me what are all the memories for When you don't remember at all? I'm sad and lonely I wonder do you feel the same? Tell me, am I the only one Drinking and cursing your name? Maybe someday, you'll walk into Some bar I'm singing in You'll hang your head in sorrow and cry When you see the shape that I'm in Oh, I'm sad and lonely I wonder do you feel the same? Tell me, am I the only one Drinking and cursing your name? Tell me, am I the only one Drinking and cursing your name?

Decided to write a song for my hero Considering he's done so much for me He's the one that pulled me up when I fell down so low He's the one that led me through the darkness when I could not see Never met a man more gentle or any humbler Never once heard him raise his voice or saw him mad But I watched him break his back on coal and lumber To give her everything she never had Cause when it all comes down to zero There's nothing more this life could ever give And I know I'll never find another hero Not another one like him Born on a summer day in some dark holler Way back in the hills of Perry County Well he grew up poor and he never saw a dollar But a dollar ain't no good in a coal camp anyway Cause when it all comes down to zero There's nothing more this life could ever give And I know I'll never find another hero Not another one like him And if I'm half the man he is when I die I don't know if I could ask for too much more He taught me you only need one hand To count your real friends in this life But if you find true love you better take both arms And hold on til your sore