Lemonade Money

Johnny works the grave shift, got him feeling like shit
Hope this is a long term, but he’s got to make that music
Caught him spilling drinks, has got him missing white T’s
Between you and me, he’s been drinking too much lately
He’s a real go-getter, crazy, doesn’t grow bitter
'Cause it might all take longer if you avoid the golden glitter
So for now he’s a bartender, at times a babysitter
Clench your fist by the bullet, time to prove you’re not a quitter
Cocaine at a time we’re never done
Working the grave shifts, we barely see the sun
Hold on, she may as well go listen to your mum
Keep your eyes on the road when you run
Milk is fucked but we’re still having fun
Dad lost control of his youngest son
Take your girl with you before you jump the gun
Keep it positive, you must, at any cost
Franky can’t afford rent
Three grant’s the amount he spent
All in one weekend
Your son will go, while he’s a gent'
Now she doesn’t even reply his texts
But he pretends not to care, so on to the next
And Timmy’s girl fucked off, he’d never been in love
Couldn’t take her to dinner although he was working two jobs
But the pacers was running thin, damn his yield was rather rough
Hope he keeps it together 'cause he’s probably better off
Cocaine at a time we’re never done
Working the grave shifts, we barely see the sun
Hold on, she may as well go listen to your mum
Keep your eyes on the road when you run
Milk is fucked but we’re still having fun
Dad lost control of his youngest son
Take your girl with you before you jump the gun
Keep it positive, you must, at any cost
Fuck champagne taste, we got lemonade money
I look like Pooh Bear and I’m coming for your honey
Fuck champagne, we got lemonade money
I look like Pooh Bear and I’m coming for your honey
Fuck champagne, we got lemonade money
I look like Pooh Bear and I’m coming for your honey
Fuck champagne taste, we got lemonade money
I look like Pooh Bear and I’m coming for your honey
Cocaine at a time we’re never done
Working the grave shifts, we barely see the sun
Hold on, she may as well go listen to your mum
Keep your eyes on the road when you run
Milk is fucked but we’re still having fun
Dad lost control of his youngest son
Take your girl with you before you jump the gun
Keep it positive, you must, at any cost
Fuck champagne taste, we got lemonade money
I look like Pooh Bear and I’m coming for your honey
Fuck champagne, we got lemonade money
I look like Pooh Bear and I’m coming for your honey