Let Cash Go

In a checkered shirt and jeans

Been on the road too long 

Do my own thing 

Hang onto to cash

There ain't much left 

After Coach, Jess Simpson, Prada got ahold of me

Sometimes you gotta let your wings fly

Kiss all the shopaholic dreams goodbye

$1 dollar, $2 dollar, $50 at least

Before you know it, you can't kill this beast

The love of money is the root of all wrong

When will I see this? 

How long until I get this right?

Pray the Lord I catch the vision

See it right for once

I want out of this prison

Know I let something get ahold of me

I can be set free from the lust of the eyes

Pride of life

Need something to fill this dark hole 

If I just admit it, I'll let it all go