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 thesе summer nights
Nights Nights

I like to stay up late and watch Scooby-Doo, moviеs
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
We both living at the bottom
I can't make it through these summer nights
Nights Nights