Money and Me, It just couldn't be
Too young, too stupid for cash
I spend a month's wage, way to rash
A night on the town, a weekend on the lash
A sight when I'm out, seeking to never come back
I drink until I have drowned, I smoke until my lungs are brown
I dread to think, if I could afford another few rounds
I wouldn't stop, only rest is to sleep,
But I live for the weekends, my time to be me
Tho heaven forbid I was to end up rich
Cus my body couldn't handle with what I would do with it
