We've Got Soul

(альбом: Sunday Brunch - 2017)

I'd rather be broke than braindead
Living in my parents basement
Nobody knows, nobody knows
My friends are all hitched and happy
I'm working all week but my ends don't meet
It's all the same, I could use a break

Hey we know we'll never see the money
So we go, we're better on our own

'Cause we've got soul, soul
'Cause I just wanna chance to break the mold
I'm a boojie ass bitch deep in my bones

My skin is sewn to my bedsheets
I haven't washed clothes in six weeks
What's wrong with you, what's wrong with you
I'm missing getting high with Brian
My brain is fried I ain't even trying
I need to know, where should I go

'Cause we've got soul, soul
'Cause I just wanna chance to break the mold
I'm a boojie ass bitch deep in my bones

We've got soul, soul
'Cause I just wanna chance to break the mold
I'm a boojie ass bitch deep in my bones

I'm praying for some sort of miracle from you
I'm waiting for someone to take me home, could you

Hey we know we'll never see the money
So we go, we're better on our own

'Cause we've got soul, soul
'Cause I just wanna chance to break the mold
I'm a boojie ass bitch deep in my bones

We've got soul, soul
'Cause I just wanna chance to break the mold
I'm a boojie ass bitch deep in my bones

I'd rather be broke than braindead