Speakin' about your millions
You don't give a sh** of what you're talking about
And by the time you're finished sayin' your stupid sh**,
You'll make people sick of hearing too much of it.
You'll think about the good times
The days you were at back of that damn f**in' line
Some really hate the feeling
But you like to make them suffer when you're running things
I've got no money
So what's the f**in' deal?
Completely jaded
It's my turn
I've got no money
So what's the f**in' deal?
Completely jaded...
You'd sit 'em down...and walk all over them
The reason's come to you way too much naturally
Someday we'll be forgotten
But I don't think someday, we'll be forgiving you
A profit never will be
Cuz you're too focused on what you can never see
A fighter never looks good
The battle horse has burned there ain't nothing left...
I've got no money...I'm... BROKE!