Letras
College degree, it don't mean a thing
Wanna make a record, got to learn how to sing
Everybody's making 'em now
No bigger deals, so anyhow
Got lost on the road
No records got sold
Number zero with a bullet
Think you already know it
Sure, hope I don't blow it
Manager, he said it's all my fault
Point the finger at yourself and then you'd figure it out
Manage me into poverty
Sitting in his office looking down on me
Got lost on the road
Got a couple records sold
Number billion with a bullet
Think y'all already know it
I've been known to blow it
I got too far out past jaded
I got under and overrated
Living on the lamb gone, living on the limb
Kicking at the can, now I'm cashing it in
Tried a trucker's life
Drove into twilight
Got 11 hours in
Sleepin' eight, start again
Stabbing oblivion
Fakes and cheats and hypocrites
So-called friends so full of shit
Tell me how you love me now
It's no bigger deal, so anyhow
Got lost on the road
Got a billion records sold
Number one with a bullet
Here's a finger, you could pull it
Sure, hope I don't blow it