ive got my forty ounce, and a system to overthrow. know what to worry about, and nowhere to go.
i traded in my hope for a hangover and a headache.
im contemplating rope, but can't tie knots that great. who needs love? NOT ME!
who needs friends?
I GOT ME!
who needs drugs?
ME!
who needs sex?
I GOT ME!
i've got my twenty ounce, and front row seats to the parking lot.
i'm on the corner now, watching them make out a lot.
i've trade in all my pain for all your priceless pillow talk.
but i not too old enough, and i think i care too much. but who needs love?
NOT ME! who needs friends?
I GOT ME! who needs beer?
ME!
who needs sex?
I GOT ME!