Gold can hold its weight but you can’t hold your own
Fools coin in your purse, I think I, found who cast the first stone
Ten years older and you still don’t live on your own

Bottomless cup but you never filled it
Take your emotions and, bottle up
I hope you, “bottoms up” till you lose feeling
Cheap whisky made you  warm up
Bet I got you thinkin as if it matters anymore, boy you’re sweatin’

Spilt your cup, I got you pouring
Most the time this sites annoying, buncha pent emotion placed aside like a toy, that barrel of feelings is pulsing
The slump ain’t the issue, just don’t stay it, correct your posture and keep pushing off the pavement, It’s time I dip, my toll is your time and thank you for the payment