Remember pouting?
Stressing about spending a grand in a day?
Now I spend a mill
Couple mill, mill in a day


Ain’t it funny just how things
They go onto change?
I got food in the fridge
I got cheese in the bank

I got bread on the table
That wasn’t always the case
Now I got cream in the freezer
Ice in my lemonade

I’m a big deal, big dollars
You Uber, I chopper
I got flavors to choose from
So let’s take a smoke break

Back at it like Mike Jack
I’m moon walking
Eyes closed like Ray Chuck
I’m sleep talking

I’m Rich Paul with no ball
I got options

Ya I’m sick of eating crepes
Too much jelly
Flavored grape
You can tell I’m rolling up

Covered in these purple flakes
I'm sick of this city, you can find me at the lake
You can bring your bike
I’ll be on my skateboard

Now that I got your damn attention
Just wait til you hear what's on track seven
I got a wee bit of a confession
Can’t wait to see your facial expression

About to have you cracking up like the dentist
Ham and cheese, bacon egg for the breakfast
Yeah I’m starting to lose faith
Got a couple empty bottles in the guitar case

Wondering who’s really gonna sing these songs after all
They’re too busy crushing
Those Xans and Adderalls
If you need a hand when you fall
You know that I got you, so just call