Lyrics The Money - NICOLOSI

Feels like I work for the money
But the money doesn't work for me (work for me)
Feels like I need a little change of pace
Don't you agree? (You agree)
I live on limited dime
But my favourite things are free (things are free)
Feels like I work for the money
But the money doesn't work for me (work for me)

Breathe, eat, cry, sleep, love, fuck, die, repeat
Breathe, eat, cry, sleep, love, fuck, die, repeat

I've been where you are, so close but so far
No gas in the tank of my broken down car
As I stare at the stars on Hollywood boulevard
Will the next cheque heal my broken heart?

Feels like I work for the money
But the money doesn't work for me (work for me)
Feels like I need a little change of pace
Don't you agree? (You agree)
I live on limited dime
But my favourite things are free (things are free)
Feels like I work for the money
But the money doesn't work for me (work for me)

I'm pressurized, I've got diamonds in my eyes
I've got silver in my soul and a heart made of gold
What's the point of taking pictures with people you don't know
When your friend's right there saying

Hey, I got this love, that's what it's about
Forget about the money, I don't care about the clout
And when I turn the radio on
I'm overwhelmed by the dreams they're selling me now

Feels like I work for the money
But the money doesn't work for me (work for me)
Feels like I need a little change of pace
Don't you agree? (You agree)
I live on limited dime
But my favourite things are free (things are free)
Feels like I work for the money
But the money doesn't work for me (work for me)