Lyrics Drug Money - Avante Black, Anna of the North

Drug Money

My soul is on fire
My money is gone
And if I reach out
Is there a solution?
My soul is on fire
I try to get on
My time to feel wasted
I’m leaving in the morn'
I sit in cars and
Everything passes me
I don’t question anything
But you see the low and
I see the irony
While my friends are making
Drug money
Drug money
My friends are making more
Drug money
Drug money
My soul is on fire
My soul is on fire
Bring me some water
I swear I’ll work harder
I sit on pins and
Everything falls away
Talking ‘bout reality
You see a
I see
While my friends are making
Drug money
Drug money
My friends are making more
Drug money
Drug money
Drug money
Drug money
My friends are making more
Drug money
Drug money