Empty-Joyslam

I＇m sitting here alone in my house Got no money stone cold broke Ain＇t got nothing to do Might as well get pissed Oh yeah, I got no money not even for a beer So it＇s down to me and the 4 walls No company, so conversations small Can＇t say there＇s too much to talk about anyway Frozen to the bone and I can＇t think straight Woke up this morning, decided to dress Brushed my teeth and even combed my hair Thought a little breakfast wouldn＇t be out of text Started the searching and I couldn＇t find a piece of bread CHOURS: Empty stomach Holes in my pocket Got to fill ＇em one way or another I think tomorrow, I＇ll get myself a job Maybe in an office, 9 to 5 sounds real good Landlord knocking at the door, pretend I＇m not in Ain＇t got no more excuses, ain＇t got the balls to face him So it＇s down to me and the 4 walls No company, so conversations small Can＇t say there＇s too much to talk about anyway Frozen to the bone and I can＇t think straight CH M-8: Scat/Ad-libs SOLO Woke up this morning, decided to dress Thought a little breakfast wouldn＇t be... out of text Started the searching and I got into this real distress Couldn＇t even find myself a piece of funky bread CH x 2/Ad-libs