Gather

[Verse]
Damn, I wish I had a hundred dollars
I wish it all made sense
I wish we wasn't pushing in a hooptie
But Johnny's car got us far, I admit
I wish that I could hold a fucking job down
I wish my bars had sense
I wish a dream didn't cost a dollar
But is a dream still a dream if you rich?
Working so much, we don't ever talk now
But I need large payments
I wish that when I'm calling you'd pick up now
But our dreams turn to cream when you pressed