JC Stewart - Inside

She got rich but it's not her's
I've heard more fake stories than a therapist
Lying on the couch confessing I've been feeling empty
Evil is the root of all money, don't tempt me

I just bought a new marble table for my house now
Don't know who I'm kidding 'cause I'm only eating out now
Got the whole front done in floor to ceiling glass
So all the low-lifes can see me as they're walking past

I got my mind on my money, you don't need to tell me now
Yeah we get it so fast, we ain't ever slowing down
I could pay a King's ransom, pay the whole thing cash
Run on the bank, I call that the money dash

Got five cars parked up outside the front, it's like a forecourt
Everybody want in, but this life they can't afford, no
If you're giving 2 cents, I gon' double and give four while
All these broke running from the wolf at the door

Life on the inside, on the inside
Welcome to life on the inside
Sell your soul for life on the inside

Wrote this poem so I could put my money where my mouth is
Now they gon' come for me, they probably get me ousted
Keep the camera rolling, but only through the good times
Money buy you happiness, they tell you but it's all lies

Inside those gates where life's so great
People who lie and manipulate
In gold, we're worth our own weight
Yeah it's money on my mind
I got money on my plate

Won't you comfort me?
Tell me what you've done for me
Where'd you go this summer?
We only spend in hundreds
He pays for all his lovers
She only deals in numbers
They don't give a single fucking thought about each other

Hi, my name is JC, but you can call me rich
So in love with nepotism, keep it in our clique
Find my shade by a money tree
I got a couple thousand friends but feel lonely

Life on the inside, on the inside
Welcome to life on the inside
Sell your soul for life