[Chorus]
I’m making money to forget about you
I’m making money to forget about you
I’m making money to forget about you
I’m making money to forget about you

I hope you get lonely and miss me a lot
Miss eating all my food and smoking all my pot
I hope your heart breaks by the next guy you fuck
I’m still having fun, I don’t need any luck
I hope you get sad when you think about me
And when I get on and playing on TV
I think you made mistakes but what do I know
I’m just a one man band from Chicago

[Chorus]
I’m making money to forget about you
I’m making money to forget about you
I’m making money to forget about you
I’m making money to forget about you

It’s been tough without you but I’ll survive
I’ve got my music to keep me alive
I’ll meet a girl who’s better than you
Who thinks I’m handsome and loves what I do
I’ll meet a girl who’s better than you
Who thinks I’m handsome and loves what I do
Doesn’t get pissed about stupid shit I do
Doesn’t get pissed about stupid shit I do
(I’m sorry)
[Max Wells]
She don’t wanna see me happy
Guess I understand a little bit
Got committed that summer
Ever since then I thought that I was feeling it
I got to snap into focus, text in my phone help me know this, you passionate
I was in love, I was in love, but the future wasn’t accurate
Hey, nothing but that down South heart break
If I listen to the little bit of wisdom that they fitted at the bottom of the rock and a hard place
Then I never gotta deal with the false faith
I’ve been working on myself, babe
Busy trying cut them L’s out
Why you mad I keep it bright-faced
If I had it I could help out

[Chorus]
I’m making money to forget about you
I’m making money to forget about you
I’m making money to forget about you
I’m making money to forget about you