letra de if money was no object - scorpius
sick of having no privacy at home
sick of not being left alone
cuz i’m on my d-mn phone
sick of being strapped for cash
sick of always coming in last
sick of working a nine-to-five
and barely making it to just survive
sick of my father and his b-tching
and his midlife crisis religion
sick of being stressed and depressed
not to mention that my life is a f-cking mess
sick of not having my own place
sick of people getting in my face
sick of being harassed and threatened
sick of jobs being dead ends
but if money was no object
i would have my own car
and go anywhere, near or far
and if money was no object
i could own my house with a pool
and leave behind all these fools
but if money was no object
i could rest peacefully
and live my life blissfully
if money was no object
sick of worrying about bills
or worrying when is my next meal
sick of not having my own bed
where i can go rest my head
sick of busses and ride shares
costing me a pretty penny with all these fares
sick of having a target on my back
and worrying if i’m gonna be attacked
sick of spotify not giving artists their fair shake
sick of not catching my big break
sick of all the karens of retail
giving me all this grief and h-ll
so sick of this minimum wage
and working like a slave
i’ma blow up with this infinite rage
but if money was no object
i would have my own car
and go anywhere, near or far
and if money was no object
i could own my house with a pool
and leave behind all these fools
but if money was no object
i could rest peacefully
and live my life blissfully
if money was no object
sick of dealing with discrimination
sick of this bullsh-t inflation
and not being able to experience at least one vacation
sick of not being on a major radio station
with my music not being in rotation
sick of being stuck in this sh-tty ass neighborhood
i wish all these people would go away for good
sick of working hard and not getting very far
sick of taking the edge off at the bar
sick of being over worked and underpaid
sick of dealing with my brother’s tirade
sick of not being rich
sick of life and all of its bullsh-t
but if money was no object
i would have my own car
and go anywhere, near or far
and if money was no object
i could own my house with a pool
and leave behind all these fools
but if money was no object
i could rest peacefully
and live my life blissfully
if money was no object
but if money was no object
i would have my own car
and go anywhere, near or far
and if money was no object
i could own my house with a pool
and leave behind all these fools
but if money was no object
i could rest peacefully
and live my life blissfully
if money was no object
you know what i’m saying?
just sick of all of this sh-t
sick of being broke as a joke
sick of people saying that we need to get a better job
sick of all y’all
f-ck it…
it’s whatever…
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