Lyrics:

Well, I finally got a place that I can call my own
Got myself a pager and a landline telephone
Got a 12-inch TV and a movie box
A closet full of t-shirts and a pair of socks
Got some money in my pocket and I'm about to go down
That's what your mama said
One more mishap and you'll end up dead
And now your papa's on the phone
Time to get your shit out of a family home
'Cause I'm broke, and you're broken
But still my life is smoking
And I'm broke, and you're broken
But still my life is smoking, yeah-yeah-yeah
I got myself a day job, selling sodas and beers
Pay my rent in cash, I got a mailbox in your stairs
You know, I do my evening runs, collecting mail order scams
Got some watches and a spice rack, and I cut myself some grams
That's what your mama said
One more mishap and you'll end up dead
And now your papa's on the phone
Time to get your shit out of a family home
'Cause I'm broke, and you're broken
But still my life is smoking
Yeah, I'm broke, and you're broken
But still my life is smoking, yeah-yeah-yeah
That's what your mama said
One more mishap and you'll end up dead
And now your papa's on the phone
Time to get your shit out of family home
'Cause I'm broke, and you're broken
But still my life is smoking
Yeah, I'm broke, and you're broken
But still my life is smoking, yeah-yeah-yeah