No money all trouble
dreams high up in the air
reach my hands to grab bursting it like bubbles
problems on end solutions never come
others having fun seems like I’m always on the run
keep my mind on the money and money on my mind
but I’m lagging right behind cos the money isn’t mine
few more months and I’m fighting thoughts of eviction
I’m at my wits end I don’t wanna let go
Tell me where to find the rainbow
so I can lay my hands on that pot of gold
before I lay asleep on the streets cold