Makin' Money 
© 2016, Stolen Rhodes 

I’m losing my patience 
And I guess I’m losing touch 
How long is too long 
How much is too much 

When you wear your condescension ‘til it fits you like a glove 
It’s too much makin’ money, not enough makin’ love 

You’ve been pulling at my heart strings 
Wrapped ‘em tight around your finger 
I tried to keep my distance 
But you pulled me in closer 

And it defies my comprehension 
When push comes to shove 
It’s too much makin’ money, not enough makin’ love 

I rise from my bed, I’m ready for sleep 
I walk through the door and I’m ready to leave 
Years just fly by 
In the blink of an eye 

But it’s killing me slowly 
I’m wasting away 
And it’s bound to make a grown man cry 

I’m losing my patience 
And I guess I’m losing touch 
But how long is too long 
How much is too much 

When you wear your condescension ‘til it fits you like a glove 
It’s too much makin’ money, not enough makin’ love 

And it’s too much makin’ money, not enough makin’ love