Lyric

Stackin’ cash, they fake their smiles

But dead inside for miles and miles

Pain ain’t numbers, can’t be sold—

Truth gets lost in bars of gold

You say I’m weak for chasin’ dreams?

Then I’d rather break at the seams

I won’t kneel, I won’t be bought

My soul ain’t something that gets caught

Money don’t mean a goddamn thing

You can’t buy what real hearts bring

Screw your world of plastic kings—

I was born to feel, to fight, to sing

Yeah, I’m loud and I’m whole—

I’m priceless, rock and roll!

Big house, cold like a grave

Wearing brands, but still a slave

Built your throne on broken backs—

No crown can clean up all those cracks

A kid with hope and dirty shoes

Has more to live than all you lose

So here I stand, my voice a flame—

You can’t cage truth, you can’t name shame

Money don’t mean a goddamn thing

You can’t buy what real hearts bring

Burn it down, tear the lies apart—

What I’ve got, you’ll never chart

Yeah, I’m fire, I’m whole—

I’m priceless, rock and roll!

You can count your bills—

But I count scars

You chase the shine—

I reach the stars

You buy the stage—

But I own the crowd

You stay quiet—

I scream it loud!

Money don’t mean a goddamn thing!

No gold can fake what real ones bring!

Chains can’t hold a heart this wild

Born a rebel, not your child

Crank the sound, lose control—

I'm priceless…

Rock and f*in’ roll!**