They got no tread left on these tiresThey got no sole left on these bootsI'm pretty damn good at starting fireAin't never no good at planting rootsBut if I had a doll and a tattoo for every heart I blowI'd have a mansion in Malibu and you'd call me Post MaloneI'm living paycheck to paycheck, long neck to long neckSon of the sunset and riding in the wheels, come onMacarona, MacarolaMacarona, MacarolaBlind dated, drunk, stopped livingPaycheck to paycheck till my money's all goneI'm rolling like a tumbleweedNo Smokies hot on my tripThere ain't no aces left up my sleeveI'll go to Texas and y'all can just go to hellI'm living paycheck to paycheck, long neck to long neckSon of the sunset and riding in the wheels, come onMacarona, MacarolaBlind dated, drunk, stopped livingPaycheck to paycheck till my money's all goneI'm nothing, but aMe, my money's doesn't workI'm living paycheck to paycheck, long neck to long neckSon of the sunset and riding i the wheels, come onBut I'm trivia's in, driving my loaded2And that's just like thatI ain't ever gonna be cause I'm oldI'm living paycheck to paycheck til my money's all goneIs all gonePainted, paintedMy money's all gone