Wealth

I see nothing wrong with just a little bit of wealth
I'll reinvest it once I've used myself
Like a sip from a river, I could leave you quenched
Then I'll throw you up into my favourite trench
I've grown tired quickly as I've used you less
For the strain on my shoulders makes them hollow
A glowing tribute is what suits you best
My worth a bitter pill to swallow

Poor racing, I've got to live with myself
Poor racing, I've got to live with myself
Poor racing, I've got to live with myself
Poor racing, I've got to live with myself

I see nothing wrong with just a little bit of help
The part that's always missing when you need it
My friend would kick you all to death but well
That's the only way for you to feel it
I've grown tired quickly as I've used you less
For the strain on my shoulders makes them hollow
A glowing tribute is what suits you best
My worth a bitter pill to swallow

Poor racing, I've got to live with myself
Poor racing, I've got to live with myself
Poor racing, I've got to live with myself
Poor racing, I've got to live with myself
Ah
Ah

I've got to live with myself
I've got to live with myself
I've got to live with myself
I've got to live with myself

Ah, I've got to live with myself
Ah, I've got to live with myself
Ah, I've got to live with myself
Ah, I've got to live with myself
Ah, I've got to live with myself
Ah, I've got to live with myself
Ah, I've got to live with myself
Ah, I've got to live with myself



Credits
Writer(s): Luke Eaton
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