Poor Party
Money can't pay for more love
Uh
Talked to my dawg at the table
Told him my parents was rich
He ain't even know I was lyin'
I pray to God He don't snitch
I can't even finish my season
They changing the cable to feed the three kids
Yeah, we grew up in the trailer
We moved to the burbs, but struggled to live
Yeah
I came up in the church
Hoping that we could fit in
My parents, they wanted to tithe
But they ain't have much to give
Yeah, this is my life on a record
I came from the Wick, it is what it is
He's throwing a poor party for the kids like me
Who just wanna get in
'Cause money can't pay for more love
Okay, say
All my life I wanted to be rich
Couldn't fit they circle, ain't invite us to the clique
Saw me at my worst, still loved me like You did
'Cause it's a poor party, flexin' with the gang
All my life I wanted to be rich
Couldn't fit they circle, ain't invite us to the clique
Saw me at my worst, You loved me like You did
'Cause it's a poor party, flexin' with the gang
I don't care where you been from, or your income
Feel like a reject, Jesus done been one
Angry at life, You only get one
Never had nobody just wanna vent some
I know a place
Where You can load off the weight
Don't need a smile on your face or a story to fake
This your decision to make, somebody saved you a plate
This for your regular, degular, everyday human
I know religion confusing you
Beaten by Bibles, them preachers was bruising you
Always act cool with you, never ate food with you
You ain't in the limelight, cool
You ain't got no eyesight, cool
You don't feel so Christlike, cool
Your healing today, better hop out the pool
'Cause money can't pay for more love
Okay, say
All my life I wanted to be rich
Couldn't fit they circle, ain't invite us to the clique
Saw me at my worst, still loved me like You did
'Cause it's a poor party, flexin' with the gang
All my life I wanted to be rich
Couldn't fit they circle, ain't invite us to the clique
Saw me at my worst, You loved me like You did
'Cause it's a poor party, flexin' with the gang
Uh
Talked to my dawg at the table
Told him my parents was rich
He ain't even know I was lyin'
I pray to God He don't snitch
I can't even finish my season
They changing the cable to feed the three kids
Yeah, we grew up in the trailer
We moved to the burbs, but struggled to live
Yeah
I came up in the church
Hoping that we could fit in
My parents, they wanted to tithe
But they ain't have much to give
Yeah, this is my life on a record
I came from the Wick, it is what it is
He's throwing a poor party for the kids like me
Who just wanna get in
'Cause money can't pay for more love
Okay, say
All my life I wanted to be rich
Couldn't fit they circle, ain't invite us to the clique
Saw me at my worst, still loved me like You did
'Cause it's a poor party, flexin' with the gang
All my life I wanted to be rich
Couldn't fit they circle, ain't invite us to the clique
Saw me at my worst, You loved me like You did
'Cause it's a poor party, flexin' with the gang
I don't care where you been from, or your income
Feel like a reject, Jesus done been one
Angry at life, You only get one
Never had nobody just wanna vent some
I know a place
Where You can load off the weight
Don't need a smile on your face or a story to fake
This your decision to make, somebody saved you a plate
This for your regular, degular, everyday human
I know religion confusing you
Beaten by Bibles, them preachers was bruising you
Always act cool with you, never ate food with you
You ain't in the limelight, cool
You ain't got no eyesight, cool
You don't feel so Christlike, cool
Your healing today, better hop out the pool
'Cause money can't pay for more love
Okay, say
All my life I wanted to be rich
Couldn't fit they circle, ain't invite us to the clique
Saw me at my worst, still loved me like You did
'Cause it's a poor party, flexin' with the gang
All my life I wanted to be rich
Couldn't fit they circle, ain't invite us to the clique
Saw me at my worst, You loved me like You did
'Cause it's a poor party, flexin' with the gang
Credits
Writer(s): Alexandra C. Smith, Christopher Michael Hulvey, Eduardo Martinez, Lasanna Harris, Marc Ibarz, Quinten Coblentz
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