Poor

Every day I go to work to pay my rent
But by the time I get the check my money's spent
Although I feel I'm working only to survive
The point of living isn't just to stay alive

Sneak into the country show
'Cause we're both too broke to go
Stop off at the liquor store
'Cause we're beneath the table poor

Wake up feeling hungry for a swim outside
Let's take the grocery money on a scenic ride
Honey, you can hate me but you sure look cute
Cruisin' down the freeway in your swimming suit

Sneak out to the country springs
'Cause I can't buy you fancy things
Stop off at the liquor store
'Cause we're beneath the table poor

Some day I'll have a house that I can call my own
For now I call a mattress on the floor my home
Some day I'll have a house that I can call my own
For now I call the floor my home
Some day I'll have a house that I can call my own
For now I call the floor my home
Some day I'll have a house that I can call my own



Credits
Writer(s): Andrew Jerome Cashen, Sabrina Courtney Ellis
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