Nothing in my bank account I'll flail until I make it out I knew the way she grabbed my chain It's something I'd lose sleep about She made me feel it's nice to feel A day in bed, the Sunday times I got a taste of something real That's ok another time Tomorrow comes it always does A stroke of luck the hand of god I'm naked in the pouring rain Holding up a lightning rod Strike me down, lift me up I'm sexy I don't give a fuck What could've been will never be I'm drinking from an empty cup It's wintertime my bed is cold I'm still trying to break the mold My record did a hundred thousand Tryna do a hundred fold Looking up to those who came And pray they feel me reaching out A couple trains from Sedgwick But I had to do it roundabout Grammys stage is calling for me Hold the phone I'm writing shit They never get the winners right So I just wanna go and sit I'm happy just to be involved If age has taught me something good I don't need to win it all Just want a peek under the hood I'll fix her up you drive the thing We'll do a lap around the town But let me get the aux And bump my new shit With the windows down