Lyrics of Em elbmuh

Okay, i'm sleeping and i don't care
I don't care, i don't care, i don't care
And i worked on it with my friend

Back in 1849, times were hard
I think it'd be a sawed-off shotgun
They had a double breasted jacket on

Nothin' but a problem
Nothin' but a problem
New york's gotta problem

Where's our money, money, money?
Where's our money?

Stop practicing
Dr. marx and john lennon
No bull, stop it