Letra de Money - 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

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