Lemonade Money

Johnny works the grave shift Got him feeling like shit Hopes this isn't long-term, but he's got to make that music All this spilling drinks has got him missing white teeth Between you and me, he's been drinking too much lately He's a real go-getter Pray he doesn't grow bitter 'Cause it might all take longer if you avoid the gold and glitter So for now he's a bartender, at times a babysitter Clench your fist, bite the bullet Time to prove you're not a quitter Cocaine, overtime, we're never done Working the grave shift, we barely see the sun Although she means well, don't listen to your mum Keep your eyes on the road when you run Broke as fuck, but we're still having fun Dad lost control of his youngest son Take your time with it before you jump the gun Keep it positive, you must, at any cost Mikey can't afford rent Regrets the amount he spent All in one weekend Yes, on a girl—well, he's a gent Now she doesn't even reply to his texts But he pretends not to care, so on to the next And Timmy's girl fucked off He'd never been in love Couldn't take her to dinner although he's working two jobs But her patience was running thin Damn, his year was rather rough Hope he keeps it together 'cause he's probably better off Cocaine, overtime, we're never done Working the grave shift, we barely see the sun Although she means well, don't listen to your mum Keep your eyes on the road when you run Broke as fuck, but we're still having fun Dad lost control of his youngest son Take your time with it before you jump the gun Keep it positive, you must, at any cost Fuck champagne taste, we got lemonade money I look like Pooh Bear and I'm coming for your honey Fuck champagne, we got lemonade money I look like Pooh Bear and I'm coming for your honey Fuck champagne, we got lemonade money I look like Pooh Bear and I'm coming for your honey Fuck champagne taste, we got lemonade money I look like Pooh Bear and I'm coming for your honey Cocaine, overtime, we're never done Working the grave shift, we barely see the sun Although she means well, don't listen to your mum Keep your eyes on the road when you run Broke as fuck, but we're still having fun Dad lost control of his youngest son Take your time with it before you jump the gun Keep it positive, you must, at any cost Fuck champagne taste, we got lemonade money I look like Pooh Bear and I'm coming for your honey Fuck champagne, we got lemonade money I look Pooh Bear and I'm coming for your honey