Document. getelementbyid ('vdofmkbo') . innerhtml ''; I got a job at nine years old, where did my money go?
Everyone else I know, has somethin' to fall back on

And I'm watchin' all my friends doin' better than me
They got better songs, they got bigger money
I know it's kinda sad but it's kinda funny
Is it just me?

I get jealous of my friends sometimes
I fake a smile and pretend I'm fine
I know you're not supposed to say it
And honestly, I hate it
But I get jealous of my friends sometimes, sometimes, sometimes

I see the cars they get, I still drive a piece of shit
Where's my piece of happiness?
I peaked when I was six

And I want a perfect life, want a perfect body
Why is my career like a fuckin' hobby?
Tryin' to get by but it's never easy
Is it just me?

I get jealous of my friends sometimes
I fake a smile and pretend I'm fine
I know you're not supposed to say it
And honestly, I hate it
But I get jealous of my friends sometimes, sometimes, sometimes

Oh, I should be happy
I do be happy for them
And I pay my respects but
I just can't afford to
I get jealous of my friends sometimes
And I'm sorry I pretend I'm fine

I get jealous of my friends sometimes
I fake a smile and pretend I'm fine
I know you're not supposed to say it
And honestly, I hate it
But I get jealous of my friends sometimes, sometimes, sometimes