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Con yea

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Con yea

I am 53 million in debt 
No parody 
I need 53 million 
Can you smell the hilarity?

I am 53 million in debt
I need more clarity
53 million in debt 
show some humanity.

53 million, I need a stash,
I ruined, I torched, now I need someone's cash. :)
53 million I need a pay out 
53 million to invest in my bail out

I need 53 million to finance dreams
Send more dolla bills,
falling off the reams.

I need 53 million, why you not with me?
I tweeted, not shouted. 
Show some solidarity. :)

George Reid copyright 2016

Con yea

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