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🎵Music🎵
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Perfect!
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🎵Music🎵
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You need to go fast.
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dude. Show me the power.
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So basically, we've got four bedroom tenant houses to buy.
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Geez. One of the bedrooms is substantially better.
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And I think I should get the bedrooms because I'm the oldest, smartest.
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No, I don't care. I want a coin.
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Do you have a coin?
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I'm a broke boy. Why the fuck would I have a coin?
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You're a broke boy. I definitely don't.
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There's a broke boy. Not to say you're a broke boy or not.
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Because you figured it would be.
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But it would be useful. Any coin of any type.
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Boom! English 10k.
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Alright, I flip. You called it?
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Let's flip it. I've decided to stop being exchanged.
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Don't let me ruin your life here.
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Don't let me ruin your life. Tell us all of my time.
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As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I take a look at my life and realize there's no steps.
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We were looking at all the money we made this year, and we were just like, where?
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I did that when I was in London.
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I pulled up in the Huracan.
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I parked it right along the street.
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I got out, and the truck board goes, I will give you a ticket to bro.
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What the fuck are you waiting for? I don't know!
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50 pounds are full of a Huracan!
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Shit, like a fucking ticket!
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You're not going to pay it anyway! That's another thing that some girls start laughing.
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The coolest thing, maybe one of the coolest things you do in life.
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I had a bunch of shopping bags. I walked up to the Huracan.
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There was a parking ticket on there. I took it.
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I threw it on the floor. I was being a bit nice,
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you know. Nah, it was good. Then we got into some bullshit challenge.
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We're going to walk to the top of the tower, 18 floors up the stairs.
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How did this happen? Someone was talking some shit about walking up the stairs.
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How did this happen? How did we realize?
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I don't know.
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We're walking 80 floors. 80 floors to the top.
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That's a bit too much.
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Stairs are rushing.
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Stairs are rushing.
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Sorry, I think there's some fucking jungle in the back.
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Exactly. We're forwarding on half way.
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This is the monster.
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Almost half way. This is the monster of a meaningful Mario.
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And how it works today. Of course.
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This is stage one of a three-step plan.
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So I'm going to be viral for a little bit longer, and then step two begins.
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The conquest is continuing.
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The Matrix is cracking, and if you want to escape, I'm waiting inside of the real world.
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Who are you? It doesn't matter who we are.
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What matters is our plan.
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The real world is something to eye out.
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Your world cannot be shut down and not be stopped.
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Was Richard...
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Was getting caught part of your plan?
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Of course! This is stage one of a three-step.
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My unmatched perspicacity coupled with sheer indefatigability makes me appear to be in any realm.
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Now what's the next step of your master plan?
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Welcome to the real story.
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No jet skiing. It's 8am.
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And I don't like cold.
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I don't like the ocean. So I better not fall in.
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It's not going to be cold. It's not going to be cold?
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No, I'm not cold. It's going to be cold.
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Yo! They're fast, bro!
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That's fast as shit!
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Fuck this, I ain't coming back.
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Not with these motherfuckers.
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Nope, not with nobody.
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Why can't this shit stay still?
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Why'd you keep spinning around?
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Guess that shit didn't mean that!
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Shit, wait! I can't tell the broke boy.
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I can't tell the broke boy.
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I can't tell the broke boy.
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No, no. I can't tell the broke boy.
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