The inside of my wallet is pasture(past your) green.
Pain makes you stronger. Fear makes you braver. Heartbreak makes you wiser.
I'm like a waiter and you something like a hater with trays in both hands, place an order I can cater.
I guess it really is just me, myself and all my millions.
It's a shame, she had me convinced that she could've been a dime. I guess I lost another one to the wintertime.
I come alive in the night time