Money

Ahh, the sweet smell of an all day sucker

Money

All we talk about's money

Can we talk about money?

All this talk about money

Pickin' all of the best of my clothes on a Sunday

Just so I could walk with the likes of you

But it feels like a picture out of focus

Like I'm lost in a different kind of view

Why would you say that you say

"Always been like that," I said

Mama just raised me this way

Walk with a cloud on my head

I know you say I'll always be enough

I just hate that we always talk about

Talk about money

All we talk about's money

Can we talk about money?

All this talk about money

It's such a spectacle

Our lives just seem to match

The world is standing still

Now I feel so detached

I know you can see me in the nude

Apologies if the metaphor's kind of crude

Hate that you see me this way

Scratch and claw just to get by

Music don't pay well these days

Shall I just bid my goodbye?

I always said that I would make enough

But you still give that special kind of love

We talk about money

All we talk about's money

Can we talk about money? (I have enough)

All this talk about money (It's not too

Much to fill my cup, but times are tough)

I have enough

It's not too much

To fill my cup

But times are tough

Cannot cop up (It's not enough)

For all my stuff

We're out of luck

Since times are rough (It's not enough)

I have enough

It's not too much

To fill my cup

But times are tough

Cannot cop up

For all my stuff

We're out of luck

Since times are rough

I have enough

It's not too much

To fill my cup

But times are tough

Cannot cop up

For all my stuff

We're out of luck

Since times are rough