Flooded Basement, a Ripped Page

At the heart of it You'll come crawling back to me When you need money And you're worthless and weak Of course you'll never know How I grew up so poor Money didn't grow on trees And you're a trust-fund baby How dare you speak to me In this tone so rashly? I don't care what you think! Coz I'm your true authority At the heart of it You'll come crawling back to me When you need money And you're worthless to me