Sean Stack - Beverly Hills lyrics

[Verse 1: Jason Chu] I met up with a friend I used to know in university He's gettin' money, got portfolio diversity I planned to grill him 'cause his stake is shakin' out so comfortably But he speaks first He's jealous of the life I lead (What?) This must be irony I'm dreaming of what money brings He envies me for bein' free I only see what he makes: salary He spends that on what I make: chasin' dreams I left feelin' validated personally Realizin' what pursuin' music's really worth to me He's caught up in a net, I'm surfin' on another stream Tech startup six-figure cash don't help him sleep So he keeps Xanax always in reach But high walls can be breached by a small leak Locks on the door don't make you feel more secure He said “I miss what I had before” [Chorus: Peter Su] Used to dream about Beverly Hills Gold on the streets The stars in reach Used to dream about Beverly Hills Now I'm free Rather do me [Verse 2: Jason Chu] I remember playin' at Sean's place with GI Joes Walked in his living room My eyes were like, where'd you get those? He had the battleship that cost more than my clothes So money took a foothold on my little soul In high school I sold DVDs we burned College, I attended, that degree I need to earn So that degree could help my search for employment Findin' work so I could k** myself to make a living Funny how it works It never let up, I thought that cash would make it better But it's just expensive paper for a suicide letter But I get it: we lack it, we want it, we get it with debit Regret it, return it, fo'get it Repetitive motion, so we fear stallin' out Spend our lives for a check, never checkin' ourself It took me twenty years to work it all out If you're miserable, poor, you won't be happy with wealth Come on [Chorus: Peter Su] Used to dream about Beverly Hills Gold on the streets The stars in reach Used to dream about Beverly Hills Now I'm free Rather do me [Verse 3: Jason Chu] Money—men k** men 'cause they want it Money—the less you have, the more you think of it Money—the root of all evil if you love it The messes we get in just to pretend we got it But hold up, I remember brother on the street Asked me for a dollar fifty three for Mickey D's All the wisdom in the world couldn't feed or cover feet Suddenly, my philosophy was just an empty tweet I wrote about it easily, sittin' at my desk MacBook plugged in, iPhone at rest But when words are tested, I'm selfish as any man So you tell me, was it money put these problems in my chest? I give power to the things I love Money, clothes, bodies, status, God above And as I wrote this song, I had to pause to self-reflect How can I speak on greed when I don't love my fellow man? Ah! [Chorus: Peter Su] Used to dream about Beverly Hills Gold on the streets The stars in reach Used to dream about Beverly Hills Now I'm free Rather do me