所属专辑:Lo Mejor Del Indie, Vol..3
时长: 03:35
i drive a truck, it carries money,[00:00:00]
and everyday, i dream up my fantasies.[00:00:10]
yesterday, i bought my beach house,[00:00:21]
a little place just off the coast of france.[00:00:26]
everyday i think of money,[00:00:32]
everyday i think of running.[00:00:41]
i love my truck, i love my family,[00:00:52]
stuck in the back, the good life surrounds me.[00:01:02]
could tie my right hand man, and put him some place,[00:01:12]
then i'll ditch the truck, and buy a new face.[00:01:18]
everyday i think of money,[00:01:23]
everyday i think of something.[00:01:33]
it can't buy you love, can't give you soul,[00:01:44]
can pick you up, can down you low.[00:01:55]
can drag you out of the hole,[00:02:04]
you dug, yourself, out of again.[00:02:11]
sat in a truck, it carries convicts,[00:02:30]
my hands are bound to the seat by handcuffs,[00:02:40]
tomorrow, i'll maybe walk around the yard,[00:02:51]
or paint in my cell, and hate imprisonment.[00:02:56]
everyday i think of money,[00:03:01]
everyday i miss my family.[00:03:12]
end[00:03:21]