Can’t talk cos I’m in a mood
Can’t eat cos I’m out of food
What a life, what a life
What a life, what a life
Got tears on my phone again
Lights out, gotta pay the rent
What a life, what a life
What a life, what a life
(ooh)
I know it won’t solve my problems
But if I’ma hit rock bottom
I, I, I
I’d rather be crying in a Lambo
Than crying on my own
Rather be lonely in a hot tub
Than high and dry at home
They say money ain’t the answer
But how are they to know?
I’d rather be filthy rich and broken hearted than
SAD AND BROKE
SAD AND BROKE
I’d rather be filthy rich and broken hearted than
SAD AND BROKE
Bought a round when I shouldn’t have Maxed out on my overdraft
What a night, what a night
What a night, what a night (yeah)
Phone has died and I missed my train Walking home in the pouring rain
What a night, what a night
What a night, what a night (ohh)
I know it won’t solve my problems
But if I’ma hit rock bottom
I, I, I
I’d rather be crying in a Lambo
Than crying on my own
Rather be lonely in a hot tub
Than high and dry at home
They say money ain’t the answer
But how are they to know?
I’d rather be filthy rich and broken hearted than
SAD AND BROKE
SAD AND BROKE
I’d rather be filthy rich and broken hearted than
SAD AND BROKE
SAD AND BROKE
I’d rather be filthy rich and broken hearted than
SAD AND BROKE
Ohhh, ohhhh
Ohhh, I’m SAD AND BROKE
Ohhh,
I’d rather be filthy rich and broken hearted than
SAD AND BROKE