Dollar Sign of the Times
I aint got no money and I'm goin' down fast
My heads in the toilet and my life's in the trash
I wish I had a penny for every bad thought
I wish I could steal without gettin' caught
Wanna be able to buy my own smokes
I'm tired of "shorts" and two hit tokes
Don't wanna be a rich man don't wanna be a star
Don't need my own plane just wanna have a car
The beat goes on but the beat don't pay
I'm cryin' all night I'm tryin' all day
I dream and I wish I kneel and I pray
I know I gotta reason
Just gotta find a way
Copyright © Steve Fecser | Year Posted 2016
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