I lay my mattress on the ground with 10K under
Just to hold me down
Just keep me sane
So I don't blow my brain and leave it on my wall
Cuz' when my mom walks in she's gotta make that call
Money make the world go round, it keep it spinning
But why can't it make me happy when I feel like I'm not winning
All of a sudden, that money under my mattress, ain't doing what it supposed to
So I go and open pro-tools
And spill my mind onto the grid
Forget a pen and paper I'm just throwing up like a kid
All on the sink, all on the mink
Money can't fix this, cuz it's money that did this
And you can't get back what you had cuz' it's gone
I know that money make you feel like a man, but you wrong
I know that paycheque make you feel so strong
I know that paycheque paid off a car for your mom
But put yourself in check, that's not the real reason you working so hard
When people can't handle the thoughts they go and do self harm
But you don't cut your arm
You go and sit at a desk
And pretend your monthly paycheck defines your success