Simple Moneymaker
I should've been a skater
Maybe a heartbreaker
Some kind of creator
A simple moneymaker
I'm just a simple moneymaker
Time passin' me by
I am cold but it's July
And I know that my disguise
Will melt off in the sunrise
And I know that it's designed
For the sun to make me shine
But it feel' like this time
That my heart's been mummified
And I won't make it to the night
They tell me I'm too young
To be thinking like this
Got my life ahead of me
But feel like it's in abyss
Like my life left for a mistress
Called me back, I must have missed it
I should've been a skater
Maybe a heartbreaker
Some kind of creator
A simple moneymaker
I'm just a simple moneymaker
I think I can fix myself if I write rhymes
But I'm lying to myself and I know that it's a sign
That the more I try to sing and the more I ink it down
I get further in my head and the ink, it makes me drown
All these the words I put on paper, they become my traitor
Saying I'm a failure, fuck, where's my eraser?
I left it at my neighbors
This pain is in my nature
At my nine-to-five
Man, I don't feel alive
From the suburbs where I drive
Feel like 25 to life
I should've been a skater
Maybe a heartbreaker
Some kind of creator
A simple moneymaker
I'm just a simple moneymaker
I should've been a skater
Maybe a heartbreaker
Some kind of creator
A simple moneymaker
I'm just a simple moneymaker
Maybe a heartbreaker
Some kind of creator
A simple moneymaker
I'm just a simple moneymaker
Time passin' me by
I am cold but it's July
And I know that my disguise
Will melt off in the sunrise
And I know that it's designed
For the sun to make me shine
But it feel' like this time
That my heart's been mummified
And I won't make it to the night
They tell me I'm too young
To be thinking like this
Got my life ahead of me
But feel like it's in abyss
Like my life left for a mistress
Called me back, I must have missed it
I should've been a skater
Maybe a heartbreaker
Some kind of creator
A simple moneymaker
I'm just a simple moneymaker
I think I can fix myself if I write rhymes
But I'm lying to myself and I know that it's a sign
That the more I try to sing and the more I ink it down
I get further in my head and the ink, it makes me drown
All these the words I put on paper, they become my traitor
Saying I'm a failure, fuck, where's my eraser?
I left it at my neighbors
This pain is in my nature
At my nine-to-five
Man, I don't feel alive
From the suburbs where I drive
Feel like 25 to life
I should've been a skater
Maybe a heartbreaker
Some kind of creator
A simple moneymaker
I'm just a simple moneymaker
I should've been a skater
Maybe a heartbreaker
Some kind of creator
A simple moneymaker
I'm just a simple moneymaker
Credits
Writer(s): Andrew Spellman, Michael Maloof
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