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