(c) by Syntopia Music/Rapster/Margot DuBois
all rights reserved
Music: Syntopia
Lyrics by J.Nickerson / M.DuBois

The way it goes

Who are your friends?...
They`re the one`s who stay...
When you got no money...
No means to play...
When you`re feeling down...
And this life just ain`t funny...
When it`s all been spent...
And the rest just fade away...
Fairweather friends is what they say...
Rain, rain go away...
Come again another day...

When it comes to friends...
Well, I got to admit...
I really hav`nt got many...
When it comes to money...
You know how it goes...
I just don`t have any...

When it comes to friends...
Well, I got to admit...
I really hav`nt got many...
When it comes to money...
You know how it goes...
I just don`t have any...

When it comes to friends...
Well, you know I don`t have many...
When it comes to money...
My pockets are empty...
I don`t have any...

Oh, it`s just the way that it goes...
Fairweather wind gonna blow the chaff away...
Only those that are pure of heart...
They`re the one`s that stay...

Oh, that`s the way that it goes...
That`s the way that it goes...
Oh, that`s the way that it goes...

Money...
Money...

It`s just the way it goes...

Money...
Money...