Money For Music Lyrics

Nobody's got money for music

Everybody's got money for weed

Everybody's got money for five quid pints

Nobody's got money for me

Nobody's got money for music

Everybody's got money for weed

Everybody's got money for five quid pints

Nobody's got money for me

Yo, I got 5K from Kickstarter. Thanks for that

And 5K turns to 4K fast as crap

Then add to that the fact that suppliers were flaky

As pastry and 4K's eaten at great speed

Charged a tenner for exclusive shirts and shit

Printers took ages and charged me thirty quid

What have I learnt from this?

You will get burnt from this

There's no money in rap verses kids

You might be the one in a million that blows up

How many successes then end up with no luck?

You're stuck

You gotta have a contingency

Cos ain't no such thing as an industry

Just a who-shook-whose-hand-and-who-remembers-shaking-it

What is it you're trying to make when you say you're making it?

Well for me I just wanted to cut even

While at the same time having creative freedom

I know a few musicians, most would not survive

If music had to be their job for life

And we've seen what happened when the music stopped playing

The government said, "your option is to retrain"

Cos nobody's got money for music

Everybody's got money for weed

Everybody's got money for five quid pints

Nobody's got money for me

Nobody's got money for music

Everybody's got money for weed

Everybody's got money for five quid pints

Nobody's got money for me

Merch buying listeners are Gods to me

Cos online streaming is robbery

You can do some decent cash with lots of streams

But listeners drop from millions to none in weeks

And then what do you do? Advertise?

Give Zuckerburg an Asda carrier bag of fives

To show your tracks on them time-bastard-lines

If they stop chatting enough to click that they "like"

I'm aware of my stats and they're crap

We all wanna be Prodigy or Massive Attack

Solid body of work and our class intact

Not some unknown random act

But as for that, what are my choices? I should be happy with my little bit

I was privileged enough to have the time to finish this

Some people can barely fit in a shit

Between getting up, working and feeding their kids

But nobody's got money for music

Everybody's got money for weed

Everybody's got money for five quid pints

Nobody's got money for me

Nobody's got money for music

Everybody's got money for weed

Everybody's got money for five quid pints

Nobody's got money for me

I give it Mr Mr Mr Ow Much then pay for a haircut

And spend more on that than buying my mate's stuff

Breathing in through my teeth at records over twenty bish

Then buying a takeaway that never sees the fridge

Never touched the sides, strange what I decide

Isn't worth a tenner and what isn't worth a five

Try buy local, not from massive lizards

The socialist with a Samsung, Amazon visits

Hypocrite lyricist trying to do correct

Anarchist with an admin list that I need to check

Still got this to do, still got that to do

Bills and tax to do, killed my attitude

Still the rap's for you...and a bit for me

No point competing in the little leagues

Made 19K from my music in three years

Spent 18K on my music in three years

Trying to balance the books, but the rapping is just

Not a hobby, that's too noddy, but I have to be blunt

If I relied on my music for feed

I wouldn't just be hungry to succeed

I'd be famished for actual nourishment

Government's no encouragement

Art stays undiscovered

Unless you're good at sucking up

So I'll just keep working in a job that's not related

If you bother buying it, believe that I'm elated

But nobody's got money for music

Everybody's got money for weed

Everybody's got money for five quid pints

Nobody's got money for me

Nobody's got money for music

Everybody's got money for weed

Everybody's got money for five quid pints

Nobody's got money for me