overpaid (feat. Tom The Mail Man)

There's a place, outta state Where everybody's better than you Pretty face, on display Paid for with a credit card too Stay away, out of frame You just don't got the revenue Underfed, overpaid So tell me how does it feel? The doorman doesn't know your name You dropped your keys down the drain Oh baby, that's such a shame So tell me how does it feel? With ketamine across your plate But still you can't stand the taste Oh baby, that's such a waste (What a waste) Rich girls, kiss each other Rich boys, lie to mothers Six pearls, on your collar Sick world, underwater Know your place, out of frame You just don't got the revenue Underfed, overpaid So tell me how does it feel? The doorman doesn't know your name You dropped your keys down the drain Oh baby, that's such a shame So tell me how does it feel? With ketamine across your plate But still you can't stand the taste Oh baby, that's such a waste (What a waste) (Higher on some good shit) (Sleep pill addiction) (They're trying to quit, but thats not my business) (You played the victim, I took suspicion) (Real) I've been higher than this The fast life don't pause for addictions Smoking less but I miss it Kill the stress when we kiss Without you I'm down and so lonely Just put your things in it, hold me Always love a little story I love the taste So tell me how does it feel? The doorman doesn't know your name You dropped your keys down the drain Oh baby that's such a shame So tell me how does it feel? With ketamine across your plate But still you can't stand the taste Oh baby that's such a waste (Oh baby that's such a)