Dollar

Rent is paid
But rent is high
What remains on the day I die?
Money made won't ever make me feel alive

Working days
Working nights
Anything just to survive
Rich in things but tell me, what's the goal in sight?

Woah, oh-oh
Gotta let it go, oh-oh
'Cause when it's over
I got nothing left to show, oh

Best friends with a dollar
It don't really have much else it could offer
Gotta be more
More

Don't know where my head is
I don't want to wake one day and regret it
Down to my core
Core

I could have everything I ever needed
Memories with ocean breezes, oh-oh
Oh-oh

All this satisfactions never lasting
All this green don't ever feel enough (yeah)
Enough

Woah, oh-oh
Gotta let it go, oh-oh
'Cause when it's over
I got nothing left to show, oh

Woah, oh-oh
Gotta let it go, oh-oh
'Cause when it's over
I got nothing left to show, oh

Best friends with a dollar
It don't really have much else it could offer
Gotta be more
More

Don't know where my head is
I don't want to wake one day and regret it
Down to my core
Core



Credits
Writer(s): Graham Stiefel
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