Lemonade Money - Glints

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