i have never been addicted to the love of money
but this situation isn't funny
i got holes inside my pockets
and i'm struggling to find my feet
from the moment i pick up my feet in the morning
til the minute i'm falling asleep and night's calling
even when i'm alone in my dreams
five more days 'til i get paid
so i guess i'm living cheap tomorrow
five more days 'til i get paid
but i can beg and steal and borrow
i'll be happy in five days
i'll be happy in five days
i could pour myself a glass but there's nothing left to drink
i could buy the time to think
i've looked in my pockets
i'm counting the days again
from the moment i pick up my feet in the morning
til the minute i'm falling asleep and night's calling
even when i'm alone in my dreams
so i guess i'm living cheap tomorrow
not so happy that. five more days
but i can beg and steal and borrow
i'll be happy in five days
i'll be happy in five days
you can't relate to one of us
i'd have sold anything other than my soul
i literally had nothing other than my flow
i have my coat to keep me warm
hey tried to jack it from me
that's metaphorically speaking
life's been a madness for me
in this world of no morals
it's hard to have a story
i couldn't picture better days
cause when i needed some help