Pennies

Savin' up all of ya pennies (yeah)
Rent out here is too expensive
On god, if I ever meet my maker (yeah)
I just hope they bring some paper

It never goes away
Ya leavin' out to Georgia State
Packed all of ya bags up, heart in a briefcase
Even sold ya makeup yesterday on eBay

You say you're an open book
But you hate the way you look at yourself
I know that things ain't good
But I can't complain

'Cause you and I got things in common
We both living at the bottom
I can't make it through these summer nights
Nights, nights

I like to stay up late and watch Scooby-Doo, movies
So you tell all of ya friends you met, a cutie
I just hope that you don't catch my cooties
Think I met you in my past life

So you waiting for first of the month
When the paycheck hits 'cause you low on funds
Oh, it's so messed up, say it's over once
But you still come back and you say, you say

You say you're an open book
But you hate the way you look at yourself
I know that things ain't good
But I can't complain

'Cause you and I got things in common (yeah)
We both living at the bottom
I can't make it through these summer nights
Nights, nights