Broke (Clean Version)

It's taking all my money to be this kind Of broke. I'm chasing dollar bills and being buried in Loans. Oh my God, what time is it? I should try getting out a bit. But what's the point? The only calls that come Through are all from debt collectors. They all say, "Find a job that you love." Just stop. It doesn't matter what I love because the rent's Due. Yeah, It's fine. But I'm losing my mind. It's taking all my money to be this kind Of broke. I'm chasing dollar bills and being buried in loans. Come get me out of Hollywood, got nowhere to Go and nothing to show. I'm that kind of broke. Paying off what I buy, playing off what I'm Not. Sending emails to a job that I won't Get from a screen I can't afford. Overdraft, pay the fee, still too poor for therapy. Buy the gas, spend on me, just keep on Saying yeah. It's fine. But I'm Losing my mind. It's taking all my money to be this kind Of broke. I'm chasing dollar bills and being buried in loans. Come get me out of Hollywood, got nowhere to Go and nothing to show. I'm that kind of broke. Maybe if I don't pick Up the calls, then they'll give it all, Give it all, give it all. It's taking all my money to be this kind Of broke. I'm chasing dollar bills and being buried In loans. Come get me out of Hollywood, got nowhere to Go and nothing to show. I'm that kind of broke.