I was always told money is everything, my response is where have you been, cause here is the thing, bathe in cash but your still lonely, look around and everyone is fake, and phoney, look up only to realize the stars are your only homie. Cash rules everything, but don't let it rule you, they get mad but know it's true, still empty after blowing two bills on shoes. all the money in the world couldn't compare to being with someone real, reply under your breath 'I know how it feels' but it's only to humor me, say I like like the street and assume I'm g, young lost and living in YYC, truth is Im a hopeless romantic who loves poetry.