Millions - Hannah Georgas

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 mama 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

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

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 millions

My millions

My millions

My millions