Money Makes Us Happy

Scared to death
 By this race I've run
 All that's left, is everything I want
 And I'm slowly losing my time
 Quickly taken back from me
 Seems my friends are few
 Mama said prepare to pay
 Cause happiness comes from money
 Happiness comes from money
 Money makes us happy and, happiness is everything
 And everything is now and, now is more than never and
 There'll never be a moment where happiness doesn't matter so
 If you can quote the prices of your happy then get at us yo
 Get at us yo, learned it from right where you saw me posted at
 Grew up holding on to it all unless there's hope attached
 Cause me?, I don't hope for much, uh, if anything at all
 They said your cue will depend on what you can bring along
 So we was bringing everything that mattered to us most
 It was money and it was cars and it was habits to keeping both
 It was hundreds and it was scars and they just happened to be close
 It was hunger getting involved so then it was back to being broke
 And we just wanted a shot or 2, Melo on the follow through
 Promised me it would open these doors the way that they promised you
 So I just do, whatever it takes to fuck with it all
 And enough to buy my way next to Jesus if I get lost, swag
 And they say money makes the world go, money makes your girl go
 Money turns some of its earners into something terrible
 Ask yourself where did the person who was in the mirror go?
 Why am I unrecognizable, so unbearable?
 In the pursuit of paper, it was then I wasn't there with you
 To do it over I'd've taken better care of you
 It costs money for the birth, more for the burial
 Purposely I'm saving up to purchase us a miracle
 We want more but need less, desires and requests
 I guess moving constantly at this rapid speed just
 Effected my velocity, then the evil got to me
 And strangely, it fucked around and changed my philosophy
 I always heard it's not the quantity but it's the quality
 In all honesty, past mistakes seem to follow me
 Sometimes I feel like if my psychology will swallow me
 So my apologies, what's my problem yo?, it's gotta be the money
 And it was falling out the sky like if Doug E. Fresh was performing
 And we already had too much and so we was brushing it off us
 In pictures in front of back drops til like 4 in the morning
 In all of this Dapper Dan for all of your dapper adornment
 Or its falling on the badge in the murder of pick a name
 And my name fill the blank and I'm blanked and I drift away
 And you kiss my cold cheeks, chicks crying like I was Cochise, would you stand up
 And send me a slow speech?, because money makes us happy and, happiness is
 Everything, and everything is now and, now is more than never and, there'll never
 Be a moment where happiness doesn't matter so, if you can quote the prices of
 Your happy then get at us yo
 Money
 No surrender now and no restraints
 No complaints
 (Lord knows the price will only raise)