One Last Score

I start a beat and I sing in a tune that goes with the song, its a catchy beat song called "One Last Score" Well I've been told its in our blood under our skin and all that mud, but it doesn't matter if I'm buried in all that stuff. I just can't ever get enough. I need one last score, I could be sittin' on a throne of cash and still still need one last score, it ain't about the haul, it could just be scraps I play for a bit with no words but then I go back to singing Well I've seen guys loose their mind, just trying' to hold on to too much trash they're convinced is gold. But I could help em' out by lightinin' their stash, just by being a good neighbor! And pullin' in that cash..! I need one last score, I could clean out a whole damn town and still need one last
score, take anything that ain't nail down. See it ain't really about all the stuff I steal, it's more about this notion this grand ideal! That I can take whatever, from whoever, whenever I please! But sometimes this starts

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