Speakin' about your millions You don't give a shit of what you're talking about And by the time you're finished sayin' your stupid shit, You'll make people sick of hearing too much of it. You'll think about the good times The days you were at back of that damn fuckin' line Some really hate the feeling But you like to make them suffer when you're running things I've got no money So what's the fuckin' deal? Completely jaded It's my turn I've got no money So what's the fuckin' deal? Completely jaded... You'd sit 'em down... and walk all over them The reason's come to you way too much naturally Someday we'll be forgotten But I don't think someday, we'll be forgiving you A profit never will be 'Cause you're too focused on what you can never see A fighter never looks good The battle horse has burned there ain't nothing left... I've got no money... I'm... BROKE!