I'm talking five mics in the source And I don't wanna talk about My parents' divorce And before I get a gift I need to talk to the horse Cause I don't wanna talk Unless we're talking a Porsche I wanna talk about My parents' divorce I wanna scream about my life Until my voice gets hoarse I'm so bitter all the time And I hate it about me I hate it when my friends Go places without me I hate it that I have to go to Work right now I wanna go to Jacob With 35 thou I wanna hear the same number Yelling out my name I want a brand new life But it stays the same So I go to work And I make my money I earn that shit You can't take that from me! But I owe thirty plus So I guess they can I never learned how not to Let it slip through my hands I'm a classic case But I feel so different I never thought I'd have to Know the price of a Civic 0 To 100 feels better in a Porsche Now speaking of my gift Where's that god damn horse I'm talking five mics in the source And I don't wanna talk about My parents' divorce And before I get a gift I need to talk to the horse Cause I don't wanna talk Unless we're talking a Porsche