Money Honey is Evil
I used to save my money
I desired everything they had
Gucci, Prada, Chanel, even H & M
One day you'd see me sporting the newest
A week later they'd be baggy
I used to save my money
To be like everyone else
Deep down I wanted to be like you
Like bread on money
I read that one day
It hit me hard
Why don't my clothes fit anymore
Bread like money, butter like gold
Have you ever been to a thrift store?
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