Money
I went to the market, I wanna buy every pretty...
Ahh I'm still stuck in this for fuck's sake
I went to the market
I wanna buy every pretty little things
But then I looked into my purse
And I don't have any fucking money
Man
I can't be the only one in this situation
See my bank account there's no congratulations
I've been stuck in this since I was a little kid
And it's not getting better with freedom of will
I don't know how I could get out of this prison
That's called credit card statement and causing all of these frictions
I might go mad, sleep on it
Wake up, feel like shit
Walk out, take a hit
Last call, hypocrites
(Get goose bumps when I'm asked)
Cash or credit
I went to the market
I wanna buy every pretty little things
But then I looked into my purse
And I don't have any fucking money
Alright, keep the change
I come from middle class
I live life way too fast
I don't have savings
And I can't stand budgeting
I don't know how I will
React when my girlfriend
Gives me all the feels
When she tells me
(I wanna have kids)
Ah fuck
How the hell am I supposed to provide for them
When the money I make is spent over the weekend
It's falling off my pockets and it's burning my hands
Give me few more years to come up with a better plan to
Leave them a legacy
I went to the market
I wanna buy every pretty little things
But then I looked into my purse
And I don't have any fucking money
Who was that guy who was singing like
We're in our twenties talking thirdies shit, we're making money but we're saving it?
You gotta help me out buddy
Ahh I'm still stuck in this for fuck's sake
I went to the market
I wanna buy every pretty little things
But then I looked into my purse
And I don't have any fucking money
Man
I can't be the only one in this situation
See my bank account there's no congratulations
I've been stuck in this since I was a little kid
And it's not getting better with freedom of will
I don't know how I could get out of this prison
That's called credit card statement and causing all of these frictions
I might go mad, sleep on it
Wake up, feel like shit
Walk out, take a hit
Last call, hypocrites
(Get goose bumps when I'm asked)
Cash or credit
I went to the market
I wanna buy every pretty little things
But then I looked into my purse
And I don't have any fucking money
Alright, keep the change
I come from middle class
I live life way too fast
I don't have savings
And I can't stand budgeting
I don't know how I will
React when my girlfriend
Gives me all the feels
When she tells me
(I wanna have kids)
Ah fuck
How the hell am I supposed to provide for them
When the money I make is spent over the weekend
It's falling off my pockets and it's burning my hands
Give me few more years to come up with a better plan to
Leave them a legacy
I went to the market
I wanna buy every pretty little things
But then I looked into my purse
And I don't have any fucking money
Who was that guy who was singing like
We're in our twenties talking thirdies shit, we're making money but we're saving it?
You gotta help me out buddy
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Writer(s): Julien Morel
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