Overspender
Mr. Overspender
Spend your money on love
Not on hookers no
You buy material fun
The kind that burns your nose
Leaves the scent on all your clothes
And leaves your brain filled up with holes
To make up for the emptiness in your heart
Where do I start
So tired of having
No money in my wallet
And no change in my pocket
I'm just thinkin'
What do I do?
Everybody always says it's up to you
Are you gonna be a someone?
Well I'd rather be a no one sitting
In a dark room with a bottle of beer
40 oz. to freedom, 40 ounces to forget about my fears
Of living alone in this world so full of hate
With people whom I just can't relate
I just wish that I could say...
Where do I start
I'm tired of having
No money in my wallet
And no change in my pocket
Just singing
What do I do?
Everybody always says its up to you
Are you gonna be a someone?
Well I'd rather be a no one sitting
In a dark room with a bottle of beer
40 oz. to freedom, 40 ounces to forget about my fears
Living alone in this world so full of hate
With people whom I just can't relate
I just wish that I could say...
Fuck Off!
Spend your money on love
Not on hookers no
You buy material fun
The kind that burns your nose
Leaves the scent on all your clothes
And leaves your brain filled up with holes
To make up for the emptiness in your heart
Where do I start
So tired of having
No money in my wallet
And no change in my pocket
I'm just thinkin'
What do I do?
Everybody always says it's up to you
Are you gonna be a someone?
Well I'd rather be a no one sitting
In a dark room with a bottle of beer
40 oz. to freedom, 40 ounces to forget about my fears
Of living alone in this world so full of hate
With people whom I just can't relate
I just wish that I could say...
Where do I start
I'm tired of having
No money in my wallet
And no change in my pocket
Just singing
What do I do?
Everybody always says its up to you
Are you gonna be a someone?
Well I'd rather be a no one sitting
In a dark room with a bottle of beer
40 oz. to freedom, 40 ounces to forget about my fears
Living alone in this world so full of hate
With people whom I just can't relate
I just wish that I could say...
Fuck Off!
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Writer(s): Caleb Adkins, Jin Salamack, Suryendra Sherman, Taylor Wagner
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