1, 2, 3, 4
I've got my forty ounce and a system to overthrow
No one to worry about, and nowhere to go
I traded in my hope for a hangover and a headache
I'm contemplating rope, but can't tie knots that great
But who needs love? Not me!
Who needs friends? I got me!
Who needs drugs? Me!
Who needs sex? I got me
I got my twenty ounce and front row seats to the parking lot
I'm on the corner now, watching them makeout a lot
And I traded all my pain for all your priceless pillow talk
But I'm not too old enough and I think I care too much
But who needs love? Not me!
Who needs friends? I got me!
Who needs beer? Me!
Who needs sex? I got me