- cifra
Where oh where is my trust fund?
Why can't I get ahead?
Cuz I have to work
My daddy's such a jerk
For not giving me all his cash
There's something I can't get off my mind
This happens to me every time I get high
I want to know what it's like to be a regular guy
With a brother and a sister and mom
And a father and we all get along
And we pick money off our family tree
And spend it all happily
Where oh where is my trust fund?
Why can't I get ahead?
Cuz I have to work
My daddy's such a jerk
For not giving me all his cash
There's something I try hard to forget
It fills my little heart with regret
I can't lie
It's when I tried to pretend that I was a good friend
But I always seem to fuck it all up
When there's no more whiskey left in my cup
I guess I'll stop and I'll think
And pour myself a new drink
Where oh where is my trust fund?
Why can't I get ahead?
Cuz I have to work
My daddy's such a jerk
For not giving me all his cash
