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!