Nineteen ninety two
The year I was born to you
You said everything would be fine
Fast forward to 2009
The year I signed on a dotted line for a credit card
Freedom in my mind
School never taught about compound interest
And 16% seemed fine
So now I got
Ten
Thousand reasons
To call it enough
Ten
Thousand reasons
That debt's fucked
So fucked
I got no excuses, illusions in my mind
It's a broken system but the fault was all mine
Frivolous purchases all to feel some serotonin
But all It bought was deep regret and a hole to throw my hope in
Somehow I still got good credit
Borrowing at subprime
So now I got
Ten
Thousand reasons
To call it enough
Ten
Thousand reasons
That debt's fucked
So fucked
Should have never had to learn this way
Now we're slugging it out and servicing debt
For the rest of our days
Ten
Thousand reasons
To call it enough
Ten
Thousand reasons
That debt's fucked
So fucked