paroles de chanson overpaid (feat. Tom The Mail Man) - Tom The Mail Man , aldn

There's a place, outta state
Where everybody's better than you
Pretty face, on display
Paid for with a credit card too
Stay away, out of frame
You just don't got the revenue
Underfed, overpaid

So tell me how does it feel?
The doorman doesn't know your name
You dropped your keys down the drain
Oh baby, that's such a shame
So tell me how does it feel?
With ketamine across your plate
But still you can't stand the taste
Oh baby, that's such a waste
(What a waste)

Rich girls, kiss each other
Rich boys, lie to mothers
Six pearls, on your collar
Sick world, underwater
Know your place, out of frame
You just don't got the revenue
Underfed, overpaid

So tell me how does it feel?
The doorman doesn't know your name
You dropped your keys down the drain
Oh baby, that's such a shame
So tell me how does it feel?
With ketamine across your plate
But still you can't stand the taste
Oh baby, that's such a waste
(What a waste)

(Higher on some good shit)
(Sleep pill addiction)
(They're trying to quit, but thats not my business)
(You played the victim, I took suspicion)
(Real)

I've been higher than this
The fast life don't pause for addictions
Smoking less but I miss it
Kill the stress when we kiss
Without you I'm down and so lonely
Just put your things in it, hold me
Always love a little story
I love the taste

So tell me how does it feel?
The doorman doesn't know your name
You dropped your keys down the drain
Oh baby that's such a shame
So tell me how does it feel?
With ketamine across your plate
But still you can't stand the taste
Oh baby that's such a waste
(Oh baby that's such a)