I've got my forty ounce, and a system to overthrow
Know what 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
Who needs love? Not me!
Who needs friends? I got me!
Who needs drugs? Me!
Who needs sex? I got me!
I've got my twenty ounce, and front row seats to the parking lot
I'm on the corner now, watching them make out a lot
I'd trade in 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!