Money, who's gonna love me if I liquidate and drown me?
We believe that something lives inside every thing there is
We believe in love, we believe in little things
Nothing is real but the girl, nothing else feels solid
Wind down, put your mind down like your missing school
Nothing is real but the girl, only her eyes are solid
Don't think about it much, I mean it, I believe it, I believe it
How much you need her
Money goes to money in a figure eight around me
Nothing is real but the girl, nothing is real but her
You'll teach her to find out while your dying in your living room
Under clear blue skies, who needs it?
Like Heaven up above and seven, it's a lucky number
