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Look at my toys, you below me.
I'm better than you; I am more free.
What I've got above all else--
is upward, mobility.

All the trends that I followed
six months ago, have disappeared.
I'm sooo cool in my mind,
everyone says I am "the kind".

Hi-tech wonder, I've got a PC,
'cause that's what I need to be hip.
Don't know what it's for, don't use it much;
maybe it can hold avocado dip.

Everyone worries about their car,
it's got to be the latest at my bar.
Porsche, Beamer, or a Volvo,
I wonder if they're all R-T-O.

I've got a Rolex and a gold blade,
can't you see, I've got it made.
Look at the flake that I bought,
let's line it up, out in the lot.

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Let's go back, to my swingin' pad.
It's a condo, with no front lawn.
Oh my god, have I been had,
I'm just a little corporate pawn.