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