i board a cab i said, where to now?
i could use a beer, i wanna hit the town
but the driver, like i'm some kinda spazz
he asks, do you believe in jazz?
then i catch melissa out one weekend night,
she hit the pictures with her only son bryce
while the man on the couch back home
just soaks his brain
and up in heaven i just feel all right
i'm only joshin' i always was that type
but then my privilege just feels so thin
and i do believe it's a sin
that when we wake up it's always to this world
now out on third's where i heard the worst thing yet
this girl she says she's gonna place her bet
on a rich man and the things he has
and so i asks,
real smart-ass,