Sick of myself, sick of my dreams
Sick of my cash that I don't have
Sick of my room, sick of being fucked up
Sick of the guitar, sick of no luck
Sick of my health, sick of my bed
Sick of saying please to get me ahead
Sick of this rain, sick of this noise
Sick of this city, sick of my toys
Noooo, not me
Noooo
Poor boy what did you just say?
All I wanna do is just get paid
My world on your shoulders
Try giving it a go some day
Rich boy what did you just say?
All I wanna do is just get paid
My world on your shoulders
Try giving it a go some day
I'm so sick of my car, sick of no job
Sick of us planning and only making two bob
Sick of this green, sick of my face
Every day is a weekend, sick of the chase
Look at my sick, look at my hair
Looking like a zombie with a twenty ton stare
Pressure getting up, getting me down
Sick of no money, man look at me now
Noooo, not me
Noooo
Poor boy what did you just say?
All I wanna do is just get paid
My world on your shoulders
Try giving it a go some day
Rich boy what did you just say?
All I wanna do is just get paid
My world on your shoulders
Try giving it a go some day
Try giving it a go some day
Pick up a penny and it turns into a pound
Pick up a penny and the n save your little lockdown
I've got a mask on my face
I'm always in the same space
Like a dog whistle you don't hear a sound no
Pick up a virus, I can make myself better now
I get around like a virus and it's spreading now
Poor friend of a friend with a ten
In the end is not a friend, is a rich boy runaround