M.C.W.C. (Money, Cars, Women, Clothes)

Money, cars, women, clothes

I want it all
I want a house more than four walls
Multiple halls, the chain and the ball
I want somebody I know I can call
And I want the best for everyone involved
Their families shopping, they don’t mind the cost
Their debts to be settled, they don’t fear the law
A house and security for my mom
And my days full of nothing but love

But it ain’t that easy
You’re fucking with real life now
Can’t keep dreaming
Need to pay bills and pipe down
Why you keep sleeping on
Opportunities don’t come around
Too easy, you need me

But I want it all
A big ol’ gold star on the Hollywood walk
A few solo albums, want a grammy nom
A room full of clothes, no bones in my closet
A life that just feels like it’s more than a job
I want to live without wondering
Is it this one? Is it this time?
Was it that one? Was I that dumb?
Lost a bond, but we had fun
Lost my dogs and my grandpa
Lost time and a lost mind
I want to take back my reactions

But it ain’t that easy
You’re fucking with real life now
Can’t keep dreaming
Need to pay bills and pipe down
Why you keep sleeping on
Opportunities don’t come around
Too easy, you need me

Then show me something more than I have seen thus far
Then show me something more than I have seen thus far
Then show me something more than I have seen thus far, see, seen thus far
Then show me something more than I have seen thus far

I want to live without wondering
I want to live without wondering
I want to live without wondering

Money, cars, women, clothes