Millions

Every conversation I've had means something. 
I take away so much and lose a lot, it's nothing. 
I've just been brought up to expect I'm just another fish in the muck.
But I am not about to waste my time explaining. 
As soon as I go talking, you fade and 
I don't need a lot just love, but who's to say what the fuck that is.

I wanna make a million bucks, wanna make my millions. 
My fear is a crutch, a little hell that I live in. 
If she/he can do it what the fuck, how come I can't?
I wanna make a million bucks, wanna make my millions.

My mamma raised me tough, never enough she told me. 
"Everyday thank God, don't you know you're only
So lucky to be living the life you live. I did the best that I could." 
I told her, I love her, then I left and I'm never gonna struggle. 
Maybe fall for another. I'm gonna live a little.
Gonna work with these own bare hands and fight like a real man.