Tom The Mail Man, aldn - overpaid lyrics

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, outta 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, modern lovers
Six pearls, on your collar
Sick world, underwater

Know your place, outta 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)

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 face in it, hold me
Always lovers in stories 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)