How's it feel to be a millionaire? Goddamn You still measuring cups Well That's your problem Right there That's your problem Right there And it's a big one And it's one of your biggest Big ones Your blood pressure is a pressure cooker Still can't find a sitter For your dope mother I thought I told you You'd never get her clean She been on that horse Since you were thirteen What do you need to be a billionaire? Cocaine A rich dad Maybe a pair I see you sitting in the corner With your eyes on the ground With a stupid-ass grin And I thought Man I'd be the last to know You're not a killer Just a sin repeater It feels like she's never looked cleaner And I thought Oh no You're still in there The point of no return's a myth You can always turn around What the fuck do I know? What the fuck do I know? What the fuck do I know? What the fuck do I know?
