Rousey on Crack

Lost in the streets don't know what to do,honestly I'll pour a drink for you Had time to think now I'm on my own, sure I don't care if I don't belong Remembering all the cold nights spent on that fucking couch, now I have no doubt For what it's worth you can keep your lies you don't have to try to fix it I'm alright No bills to pay when you're on the road, just vice and dice everywhere you go in the city of sin Where you don't belong trust no true sinner and you won't be wrong Find any fix you can don't take the stand, sin City bandit on the loose this time is mine I'm on the freeway, don't have no money A fucking doomsday, this shit 'ain't funny I'm on the freeway, don't have no money