Getting drugged up with my trendy friends..
They really dig me man and I dig them..
And the money that I spent..
It is like my fame and it's quickily gone..
But didn't we have a nice time?
Wasn't it such a nice time?
Didn't we have a nice time?
I realize I should've stuck to my guns..
They shit me out just like a bastard son..
And I lost myself..
And I know that it was wrong, but it cost me a lot..
No more drinking when the club shuts down..
I'm out here on my ass with the rest of you clowns..
I'm really scared without my bodyguard..
And I'm sitting on my own in my expensive yard..
