My girl likes bein lazy And she dont work for nothing She likes to call her friends up And just talk trash about me And I know Im not perfect I do what I can Ive got my guitar and my dreams and a plan Shes always complaining That Im wasting my time That I'm out of my mind
She says Im sick in the head And I'm better off dead Id be rich if I had one dollar every time she says Im a loser, a punk with no future well Ive got news for you You think I'm sick in the head, well maybe thats true Or maybe Im just sick of you
When I go out with my friends Shes always on my case And when Im watching the game Shes all up in my face And shes playing the field But shes not on the team Acting the part but its not what it seems Shes constantly saying That I'm wasting my time That I'm out of my mind
Its always business doing pleasure with you We used to be so money but now were through So say whatever cause this aint forever or ever