No Love

I get paychecks
Don't mean nothing, still broke
When there's no love
Nothing matters at all
Coming way up
People want me at shows
Still feel empty
On my own smoking dope

I've been so damn lonely
Had friends, now they act phony
I cry, ask mom to phone me
She said, you're dope boy, own it
She right but God I'm lonely
I wish somebody knew me
I guess they just can't stand it
I'm passive, still make money
I'm passive, still make money

I get paychecks
Don't mean nothing, still broke
When there's no love
Nothing matters at all
Coming way up
People want me at shows
Still feel empty
On my own smoking dope

I get paychecks
Don't mean nothing, still broke
When there's no love
Nothing matters at all
Coming way up
People want me at shows
Still feel empty
On my own smoking dope