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Intro: Guess what? I got a fever And the only perscription Is more cowbell Verse one: Dear Santa, I was hopin you could help me out It's all your fault That I can't stop thinkin bout Dreams all based on material things Bigger and better than the toys you bring The more I get The more I feel I don't have It's spreadin like a disease Consumerism buys the right to be free Hook: More sex More money Big cars It's goin too far I'm turnin into a want machine I wanna buy the whole mall I want it all Gotta have what I see Verse two: I bought an Expedition Now I want an Escalade And I won't ride unless Everythiing is custom made Cash money Bling Bling More bytches More hoes American Dream, yeah That's how it goes I ain't a rapper But my eyez are on the same prize Why did you teach this to me? Because it's good for the economy Hook: More sex More money Big cars It's goin too far I'm turnin into a want machine I wanna buy the whole mall I want it all Gotta have what I see Verse three: Now if I die With all these toys Will i truly be the one who wins? No one survives To see all your lies It made my happiness never begin Does someone know That you can lose your friend thru time I need a drug That takes my money off my mind I'm lookin for advice That's gonna set me free And let me see your eyez right in me It's a labotomy Hook: More sex More money Big cars (I'm turnin into a want machine) Too far More sex (I'm turnin in) More money (I'm turnin in) Big cars (I'm turnin into a want machine) Too far More sex More money Big cars Too far More sex (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah...) More Money (want machine) Big cars Too far More sex (I'm turnin in) More money (turnin in, turnin in, turnin into a want machine) Big cars Too far Outro: I'm tellin you fellaz You're gonna want that cowbell |