"The Future" as written by and Luis Alberto Dubuc John Ronald La Monica Ii....
I'm worried 'bout the future, future, and fuckin' with that passion, baby.
I'm worried 'bout the future, future, future, future...

Ain't got no money for the nice things, I barely got enough for rent.
Ain't got no clue 'bout where I'm going, and making dollars, but at least I'm making sense.
Don't need no cash, ain't got no soul, don't need no flesh, just want control.
Never grope enough, you know it's just the way I do it.
I want the gold, ain't no sucker, baby.
And when you least expect it, I'll be coming from your room.

I'm worried 'bout the future, and fuckin' with the past.

Ain't got no time to waste on pussy, you know I gotta keep my head on straight.
'Cuz at the rate these times keep changing, I don't really care about second place. Mmhm.
Don't need no cash, ain't got no soul, don't need no flesh, just want control.
Never grope enough, you know it's just the way I do it.
I want the gold, ain't no sucker, baby.
And when you least expect it, I'll be coming from your room.

I'm worried 'bout the future, and fuckin' with the past.


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"The Future" as written by Luis Alberto Dubuc John Ronald La Monica Ii

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