Aint gotta dollar to spend Don't gotta second to waste Tryna make a check and get the fuck up outta this place Ima write me a hook and Ima make me a song I been fucking up Im waiting on it way too long Young white boy breaking necks when I come through I aint got the bread for the stu Ima make do Heard you came close to shine that you persue Close only counts with a bomb and a horseshoe I aint gonna cry Ima fight Ima stay by your side with you all through the night I aint gotta no money but I got me some dreams Girl I just had to come clean And Im just sleeping on the edge Holding something I don't need All these illusions on my head I can't trust a soul I meet