Broke Musician

verse 1 I'm 22 years old Made the devil mad Cause I never wrote My whole name on his dotted line For a fucked up music scene He said that he can really help Million fans and record sales All I'd have to do is come live with his family (Strum normally) Now my health is running downhill Empty barrooms just won't fill Another drunken girl is lying Telling me, my music's great Fifty dollars and a headache tab All them drugs that I had to have Promoters swearing that they're doing All they can for me And all I can think about Is what I could be Where I should be Right now verse 2 It's sad to say I'm not the same And all my friends know that I've changed When I swore I would never turn into the man I am today Tie me up and beat me down Yell, "I swear I won't make a sound" Mold me back into the man I was before I rode this train Because now my health is running downhill Empty barrooms just won't fill Another drunken girl is lying Telling me, my music's great Fifty dollars and a headache tab All them drugs that I had to have Promoters swearing that they're doing All they can for me And all I can think about Is what I could be Where I should be Right now Interlude Woahhh Right now Laaaa Right now Woahhh And all I can think about Is how my health is running downhill Empty barrooms just won't fill Another drunken whore is lying N.C. Telling me, my music's great N.C. Fifty dollars and a headache tab All them drugs that I had to have Promoters swearing that they're doing All they can for me And all I can think about Is what I could be Where I should be Right now Outro Right now