It grows on trees, you know
It rules people's lives
Countries, cities, and streets
Professional fighters fighting for it
Doctors saving lives for it
Prostitutes sleeping around for it
Money can't buy happiness?
Why am I not happy?
It's a silver platter for me
But I'm not happy
It's like a curse
People, they only want my money
Not my friendship
Men, they only want the check
From my father when we get married
I have the things I want
But not what I need
I don't have love or friends
I have a therapist though
He listens, but he's getting paid
By money
Money is sticky like honey because when you have it, it sticks to you when you don't want it there.
