Savin' up all of ya pennies (yeah) Rent out here is too expensive On god, if I ever meet my maker (yeah) I just hope they bring some paper It never goes away Ya leavin' out to Georgia State Packed all of ya bags up, heart in a briefcase Even sold ya makeup yesterday on eBay You say you're an open book But you hate the way you look at yourself I know that things ain't good But I can't complain 'Cause you and I got things in common We both living at the bottom I can't make it through these summer nights Nights, nights I like to stay up late and watch Scooby-Doo, movies So you tell all of ya friends you met, a cutie I just hope that you don't catch my cooties Think I met you in my past life So you waiting for first of the month When the paycheck hits 'cause you low on funds Oh, it's so messed up, say it's over once But you still come back and you say, you say You say you're an open book But you hate the way you look at yourself I know that things ain't good But I can't complain 'Cause you and I got things in common (yeah) We both living at the bottom I can't make it through these summer nights Nights, nights