Lyrics
Help (I'm Poor)
[Verse 1] I checked my bank account, it made me weep, Got more digits in my phone than money to keep. I buy generic brands, they call it 'no-name', At the cash register, it's always the same game. [Verse 2] My fridge is like a desert, vast and wide, Old mustard and a light, the only things inside. I throw dinner parties that are just pretend, B.Y.O.F. —bring your own food, my friend. [Chorus] Help! I’m poor, my pockets are bare, Can’t even afford a decent haircut for my hair. Every cent is a soldier, in a battle I lose, Help! I’m poor, but hey, what’s the use? [Verse 3] I found a coupon, thought I struck gold, It was expired—story of my life, told. My car’s fueled by hope, runs on prayer, And every uphill’s a nightmare, I swear. [Verse 4] So if you see me counting dimes, don’t be alarmed, I’m just keeping the economy charmed. Next time you find a penny, send it my way, Every little helps, as they say. [Bridge] Dream of vacations, places I've never seen, Only visiting through a magazine. I save pennies like they're going out of style, But hey, at least I can manage a smile. [Chorus] Help, I’m poor, my pockets are bare, Can’t even afford a decent haircut for my hair. Every cent is a soldier, in a battle I lose, Help, I’m poor, but hey, what’s the use? [Outro] So here’s my song, it’s sadly true, I’m just broke, between me and you. But I’ve got rich dreams, they’re all I score, Help, I’m poor, could you spare a dime, maybe more? I'm serious! Help!