Mr. Relatable

They closed my favorite five-star steakhouse The same week my Bugatti got hit If that fucker don't have insurance I swear, I'm gonna flip my shit I got passed up on that latest audition For that new comic book hero film I don't even like those things anyway But I think I've had my indie fill Ever since I got nominated Work has been just dryin' up slow I think they think I'm worth more than I am 'Cause no one wants to shell out the dough I'm not trying to be Mr. Relatable You've had your struggles I've had my pain I'm not asking for your sympathy Don't call me vain We all want a little bit more moola And I know it doesn't hurt But I think I was happier back in the day Back when I was poor as dirt Nothing gets me high like it used to The parties, the chicks, or the blow I've been thinking' 'bout tryin' some real fucked up shit Maybe just to see how it goes I'm not trying to be Mr. Relatable You've had your struggles I've had my pain I'm not asking for your sympathy Don't call me vain