I've got my forty ounce, and a system to overthrow. Know what to worry about, and nowhere to go. I traded in my hope for a hangover and a headache. I'm contemplating rope, but can't tie knots that great.
Who needs love? Not me! Who needs friends? I got me! Who needs drugs? Me! Who needs sex? I got me!
I've got my twenty ounce, and front row seats to the parking lot. I'm on the corner now, watching them make out a lot. I'd trade in all my pain for all your priceless pillow talk. but I'm not too old enough, and i think i care too much.
But who needs love? Not me! Who needs friends? I got me! Who needs beer? Me! Who needs sex? I got me!
