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We're not gonna make it, the money is slowly running out
We're not gonna make it, everything seems to be in a drought
We're not gonna make it, the money's running dry
Cause rent being 50% of our income makes me wanna cry
We're not gonna make it, we're screaming down the hall
It's pretty sad that our happiness is brought to you by alcohol
Cause adulting is like riding on a carousel, except the carousel is on fire
Being yelled at by unruly customers and being forced to smile
We're not gonna make it, the money is slowly running out
We're not gonna make it, everything seems to be in a drought
It just seems like every day is the same
The crops can't get enough rain, and they're dying
Yeah, they're dying in the pain
We're not gonna make it, the money is slowly running out
We're not gonna make it, everything seems to be in a drought