I'm talking five mics in the source
And I don't wanna talk about
My parents' divorce
And before I get a gift
I need to talk to the horse
Cause I don't wanna talk
Unless we're talking a Porsche
I wanna talk about
My parents' divorce
I wanna scream about my life
Until my voice gets hoarse
I'm so bitter all the time
And I hate it about me
I hate it when my friends
Go places without me
I hate it that I have to go to
Work right now
I wanna go to Jacob
With 35 thou
I wanna hear the same number
Yelling out my name
I want a brand new life
But it stays the same
So I go to work
And I make my money
I earn that shit
You can't take that from me!
But I owe thirty plus
So I guess they can
I never learned how not to
Let it slip through my hands
I'm a classic case
But I feel so different
I never thought I'd have to
Know the price of a Civic
0 To 100 feels better in a Porsche
Now speaking of my gift
Where's that god damn horse
I'm talking five mics in the source
And I don't wanna talk about
My parents' divorce
And before I get a gift
I need to talk to the horse
Cause I don't wanna talk
Unless we're talking a Porsche