The dreams lovers see are quite like good wine. Its taste makes you happy, or else, makes you sad. Malnourished and weak, I make life in the streets, Reluctantly stealing whatever I can steal. For nothing is free in the world. . "High hopes" is one dish that goes down in no time. To skipping my breakfast no stranger I am I'm a thief, lonely thief, grave sorrow to feed. In this bitter gambling I'll never succeed. For nothing is free in the world. . Oh, don't you! Ever tell me "No, The stars are not for you, dreams never come true"...

[Verse 1] It's the end of the month and the weekend I'ma spend this check, everything on me, yeah I'ma tip myself, I'ma spend it on mysef l'ma drop it like it's pouring, I'ma pour it on myself Это конец месяца и выходные Я потрачу этот чек, все на себя, да Я даю чаевые себе, я трачу их на себя Я буду сорить деньгами, я высыплю их на себя [Refrain] Check, check, check, check that money Making bank account number (Yikes!) That's that shit that's never getting bounced on ya Bitch, I do the money dance,...