My new neighbor that just moved in is a millionaire
The one behind me is a poet living off welfare
Somewhere in the middle
Stuck in the in-between
I'll find my sanctuary somewhere on the streets

Oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh

I think I just got an ulcer
I had to teach myself order

Ahh

I've been denied at pawnshops
Lookin fucked off, need to rinse off
And my hair is one knot
Learned to be happy with what I got
I might be on the cusp of breaking through
But if I'm slowly falling, at least it is with you