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Money - Lola Young
Lyrics by：Lola Young/Conor Dickinson/Will Brown
Composed by：Lola Young/Conor Dickinson/Will Brown
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 c*****e 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 **** 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 **** 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
