I work my dead-end job to make ends meet
My landlord is as shady as he can be
Then I drive down to the shop to make my weekly delivery
And I ask the lovin' lord"Why do I never win the lottery?"
My brother's got a child he'll leave behind
And a baby mama who's borderline
Mother decided on Ireland
So I'll have to pay for her all-inclusive end
And time is all I have
But time won't pay for what I don't have
So when I drive down to the shop to make my weekly delivery
I ask the lovin' lord"Why do I never win the lottery?"
My sister's far across the pond
Arts and crafts application pending in London
And when she one day returns home to me
Without a job in hand
How will they collectively eat?
Well I suppose that people filling those colored envelopes daily
Rollin' in that dough all across the globe just maybe
Like me working my dead-end job so baby can eat
Washing your little head top by the baby crocodile beach
Well my brother's got a child he'll leave behind
And a baby mama who's borderline
Mother decided on Ireland
So I'll have to pay for her all-inclusive then
And time is all I have
But time won't pay for what I don't have