[Intro] Money this, money that Everybody talks like that I count the hours, not the gold I’m tired of doing what I’m told [Verse 1] Bills on the table, rain in the hall Everybody measures who is standing tall Brand-new shoes and a borrowed smile I’ve been losing sleep by the mile They say chase more, never slow Trade your breath for a better show I see the trap, I know the cost A crowded room can still feel lost [Pre-Chorus] No, I won’t wear your number on my skin No, I won’t call this pressure a win If all I own is this moment tonight Then I’ll make it burn bright [Chorus] Dance without that thought of, “I don’t have this or that” Throw your hands up, leave the worry where it sat You don’t need a golden door to prove you’re alive Cut the cord, take the floor, let your real heart drive Dance without that thought of, “I don’t have this or that” Let the whole world count its coins—I won’t live like that [Verse 2] Fast lane fever, red on the sign Everybody wants a piece of your time I had a dream in a paper cup Then the pressure came and filled it up Still I rise with a cracked-up grin Not every battle needs a jackpot win If my jacket’s torn and my pockets are light I can still choose my side tonight [Beat Switch] Cut it—drop it—bring that fire back No more running on a borrowed track Heart beats hard, feet hit the floor I’m not your number anymore [Pre-Chorus] No, I won’t wear your number on my skin No, I won’t call this pressure a win If all I own is this moment tonight Then I’ll make it burn bright [Chorus] Dance without that thought of, “I don’t have this or that” Throw your hands up, leave the worry where it sat You don’t need a golden door to prove you’re alive Cut the cord, take the floor, let your real heart drive Dance without that thought of, “I don’t have this or that” Let the whole world count its coins—I won’t live like that [Bridge] Maybe my life feels heavy in my hands Maybe I’m done obeying their demands I’d rather lose a throne I never sought Than sell the only soul I’ve got [Final Chorus] Dance without that thought of, “I don’t have this or that” Throw your hands up, leave the worry where it sat You don’t need a golden door to prove you’re alive Cut the cord, take the floor, let your real heart drive Dance without that thought of, “I don’t have this or that” Let the whole world count its coins—I won’t live like that [Outro] Money this, money that I won’t let it pull me back Take one breath, then choose your path I won’t live like that
