I'm sick and tired of living here on my own, my own
Sick and tired of living in places on my own, my own
I'm taking smoke stacks back now
Bitch won't let me be, me be
Thinking bout the time that I been down and out, oh God
Bitch won't let me be, me be
Something must be wrong
Something must be wrong
Something must be wrong
Something must be wrong
Something must be wrong
Something must be wrong
Something must be wrong
Something must be wrong
I'm living on my own
Stuck in a two place condo
It's not like me, like me, like me
I'm chilling on my own
Got no other place to go
Now we're going up, going up, going up, going up
Counting up my racks, like that
Counting up my stacks, like that
Counting up my racks, like that
Might be, might be, might be
Counting up my stacks, like that
Counting up my racks, like that
Counting up my stacks, like that
Now we're going up, going up, going up, going up
Something must be wrong
Something must be wrong
Wrong
I've taken your chances over, and over, again
You know I'm taking all that's left
Now I'm shaping up for what's right
I been shaping up my life, again
Counting up my racks, like that
Counting up my stacks, like that
Counting up my racks, like that
Might be, might be, might be
Counting up my stacks, like that
Counting up my racks, like that
Counting up my stacks, like that
Now we're going up, going up, going up, going up
Something must be wrong
Something must be wrong
Something must be wrong
Something must be wrong
Something must be wrong
Something must be wrong
Something must be wrong
Something must be wrong
Something must be wrong
Something must be wrong
Something must be wrong
Something must be wrong
Something must be wrong
Something must be wrong
Something must be wrong
Something must be wrong
I've taken your chances over, and over, again
You know I'm taking all that's left
Now I'm shaping up for what's right
I been shaping up my life, again
Something must be wrong
Something must be wrong
Wrong