Machine guns shooting away
Got your diamonds
With your glamorous escapes
I was driving on the old freeway
More potholes
I have very few escapes
I'll play the same old same
9 to 5 type, i was born to obey
I want to be the type
Type who can say no
Type who can have a true friend and foe
But I've been saying thank you
for way too long
Sitting all alone

I do some drugs from time to time
Makes me happy
Makes my life feel like a life
I heard people marching for some rights
But I just closed my eyes
Another short night
She had thighs thick and lovely
I thought to myself
I'd pay just to touch them
Inhale, snort, and sit tight
The lonely type