Money Songtext

von Lola Young

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 sixteen, 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