Money

The problem is that you're full of yourself The cup on the shelf is half full, but you're pouring it out You scream and you shout It's raining cocaine and there's never a drought The problem is that your daddy's not proud You think life's a fairground, but it's spinning you 'round 'Til you're sick in your mouth Could afford the best therapy, but you turn it down Hanging out the limousine, out of love with the city Crushing pills on leather seats, London only looks pretty When you're seeing double, swimming in and out of trouble Wishing shit was different, but you do it anyway You say, "Money won't wake one day and say, I Don't love you quite the same" Money don't cheat, don't leave, don't lie Money won't heal your pain" The problem is that you're playing with knives You're flying a kite too close to the sun and you might Get blood in your eyes It's raining propane, so you're smoking inside The problem is that you think you're always right Alive but got no life Since 16, you had big dreams Then they shut you down on sight Hanging out the limousine, out of love with the city Crushing pills on leather seats, London only looks pretty When you're seeing double, swimming in and out of trouble Wishing shit was different, but you do it anyway You say, "Money won't wake one day and say, I Don't love you quite the same Money don't cheat, don't leave, don't lie Money won't heal your pain" Money won't wake one day and say, I Don't love you quite the same Money don't cheat, don't leave, don't lie Money won't heal your pain