Money In His Hand

And I just can't get this off my mind

my voice it yells inside

It tells me all the time

that I could leave right now

oh, it tears me up to see this place

green and a machined washed grey

But all we know is this...

I been trying for the past four years

broken a lie to get this here

it's not the heart that makes the man,

it's the money in his hand

it's been a struggle for the past few nights

I had to quit to realize,

that I can't waste no time on it

in case this is all I get

One year, one month, and seven days

to lose the love it takes

and grow plastic from my hands

so I can leave right now

oh, it tears me up to see this place

green and a machined washed grey

With all the shine and ritz...

I been trying for the past four years

broken a lie to get this here

it's not the heart that makes the man,

it's the money in his hand

it's been a struggle for the past few nights

I had to quit to realize,

that I can't waste no time on it

in case this is all I get

I been trying for the past four years

broken a lie to get this here

it's not the heart that makes the man,

it's the money in his hand

it's been a struggle for the past few nights

I had to quit to realize,

that I can't waste no time on it

in case this is all I get

I get...