We're going out outside
We don't need no information
About our last old crowd
We're lonely like everybody else.
There ain't no sense to drive
They don't care, they just wanna be different
I'm going out outside
I'm going in my empty sorrow
Deadbeat, we're just so fresh, we're just so free
Deadbeat, we've got no style, no self-esteem
Switch this, just give me something to throw
Let me borrow that, you can give it a go
Say you're pretty, say there's something inside
Little voice says you're up for a ride
We're going out in style
So put a little, little weed away
But in a little while
We're gonna feel like everybody else
Deadbeat, we're just so fresh, we're just so free
Deadbeat, we've got no style, no self-esteem
No style, no self-esteem
No style, no self-esteem
No style, no self-esteem
No style, no self-esteem
Something she said, there's no one around
Burn a house, just watch me pillage that now
Slip away, we want to be caught
Let it go, you never had it all.
I USED TO WIN IT
DEADBEAT.
I USED TO WIN IT