Empty Pocket

They told me save it for a rainy day But man you gotta pay to play And gradually it fades away I'm always on a paper chase Summer days I marinate And swimming in the baby rays Winter nights black alike Cuts me up like razor blades Still the fucking bills are stacking Higher in the pills in the fridge this makes me tired Throw a log on the fire hold it off for a while I'm scrapping to make the ends mean Mitsubishi rolling on empty Slanging and starting attempting Change doesn't come, changes are made Maybe a month, maybe a day Maybe a week or until maybe I'm paid Top it up, give 'em a shade Making it rain, Praying that this time it works And the money we'll take away pain Where nothing has changed, ain't it insane [Hook] Tired of always fucking around Living at the mount I'm on top till I'm gone Everything I put in there Always disappears Like my pocket hole They told me money doesn't grow on trees But loves to be in pyramids Oversee our over seas Keep up your appearances Keep on interfering Nothing had to fear but fear itself Get your education up Professor amenities The fuck our ounce bout to expire And I need it 'cause this coffee gets me wild Keeps me up when I'm tired Feels like I'm stuck in a spiral Spinning around figuring out When to get off when to get down Stuck in a world sent it around Dollars and euros and pounds and crowns Problems are yours milling around Everything goes But you at the bottom and them at the top Just counting the gold to get in your lines Stay in your place do as you're told Just stay on your toes down in the cold [Hook] Tired of always fucking around Living at the mount I'm on top till I'm gone Everything I put in there Always disappears Like my pocket hole Trying to get my mind Before this money I ain't making Money I ain't making Money I ain't making Trying to get my mind Before this money I ain't making Money I ain't making Money I ain't making Trying to get my mind Before this money I ain't making Money I ain't making Money I ain't making [Hook] Tired of always fucking around Living at the mount I'm on top till I'm gone Everything I put in there Always disappears Like my pocket hole