Coups and Cadillacs I can't afford that man
I'm more like the kinda guy who rolls in a Corolla and bae
Sallie Mae writes to me everyday though
She sure seems more like the queen of gold diggers I mean
I can't make my rent, my money's spent on loose women and all this liquor
And I'm grabbing beer and everything
That's near even though the mixing makes me feel a bit sicker and I
Know that I can just stop, anytime that I want
From here it's straight to the top
This time I means it a lot
This time I mean it a lot
This time I mean it a lot
Roadies and groupies, I ain't got none of these
I just watch the live stream on the screen watch it flicker shuts off
In my own head I think I'm lost again I feel slow
But my thoughts they start to race quicker
My dreams are bursting at the seams it seems
We've sprung a leak and need a boat that's bigger or just
Jump off the side with eyes open wide
Rebuild yourself to be sleeker and slicker and slide
Smoother than ever before
Eyes on the prize and you'll score
You know I've heard that before but
This time it means a lot more
This time it means a lot more
This time it means a lot more