Versuri Everyday I Think Of Money

  
I drive a truck, it carries money 
And everyday, I dream up my fantasies 
Yesterday, I bought my beach house 
A little place just off the coast of France 
Everyday, I think of money 
Everyday, I think of running 
 
I love my truck, I love my family 
Stacked in the back, the good life surrounds me 
Could tie my right hand man 
And put him some place 
Then I'd ditch the truck 
And buy a new face 
Everyday, I think of money 
Everyday, I think of someway 
 
It can't buy you love 
It can't give you a soul 
Can pick you up 
Can down you low  
Can drag you out, of the hole 
You dug 
Yourself  
Out of ... again 
 
Sat in a truck, it carries convicts 
My hands are bound, to the seat by handcuffs 
Tomorrow, I'll maybe walk around the yard 
Or paint in my cell, and hate imprisonment 
Everyday I think of money 
Everyday I miss my family