Lyrics of '3 Septims' by Young Scrolls

I'm just an average bosmer boy
Not a septim to my name
My awful bed is full of bugs
I cannot talk a good game
My father never made lots of coin
Never brought me up to speed
But I still get high on skooma, so
Let me tell you what I need
I need

20 schmackaroos, 3 septims
2 cyrodiilic dollars, baby
20 schmackaroos, 3 septims
2 cyrodiilic dollars

I sought out different mages
And I told them that I'm poor
One said he’d make my money longer
Than the vampire cure
Oh, please, come on now, make me rich
I begged with no delay
He told me it comes with a price
I'm not prepared to pay
He gave me

20 schmackaroos, 3 septims
2 cyrodiilic dollars, baby
20 schmackaroos, 3 septims
2 cyrodiilic dollars

I made fast friends with shiny coin
Oh, yeah, baby, I'm rich
So rich that even my cheese is breaded
Mozzarella sticks
Big house in skingrad, pretty girl
And she wants some bosmer kids
Stuck my muatra in her chimney
And gave her a little kiss
But I can never stop the feeling
Every time she grabs my crotch
I look over my shoulder
And I feel I'm being watched
I feel that she is after me
I feel that she’s a threat
I feel the need to get rid of her
Cause she can never get my

20 schmackaroos, 3 septims
2 cyrodiilic dollars, baby
20 schmackaroos, 3 septims
2 cyrodiilic dollars

I'm loaded with gold!