Money

I went to the market, I wanna buy every pretty... Ahh I'm still stuck in this for f*ck's sake I went to the market I wanna buy every pretty little things But then I looked into my purse And I don't have any fucking money Man I can't be the only one in this situation See my bank account there's no congratulations I've been stuck in this since I was a little kid And it's not getting better with freedom of will I don't know how I could get out of this prison That's called credit card statement and causing all of these frictions I might go mad, sleep on it Wake up, feel like shit Walk out, take a hit Last call, hypocrites (Get goose bumps when I'm asked) Cash or credit I went to the market I wanna buy every pretty little things But then I looked into my purse And I don't have any fucking money Alright, keep the change I come from middle class I live life way too fast I don't have savings And I can't stand budgeting I don't know how I will React when my girlfriend Gives me all the feels When she tells me (I wanna have kids) Ah f*ck How the hell am I supposed to provide for them When the money I make is spent over the weekend It's falling off my pockets and it's burning my hands Give me few more years to come up with a better plan to Leave them a legacy I went to the market I wanna buy every pretty little things But then I looked into my purse And I don't have any fucking money Who was that guy who was singing like We're in our twenties talking thirdies shit, we're making money but we're saving it? You gotta help me out buddy