Empty Vaults

Verse 1

I'm ridiculously broke, it's a miserable state,

Got a digital balance that's a visible zero on date.

Open up my wallet, hear the wind through the space,

Even lint packed a suitcase and abandoned the place.

My minimum's minimal, pitiful, critically low,

Bank app sends alerts like, "We figured you'd know."

I checked for a balance, the screen wouldn't load,

Even my phone looked at me like, "Damn, bro, hit the road."

I'm pinching every penny till the copper gets flat,

Got a coupon for a dollar but I can't spare the cash.

Went shopping with five bucks and a dream for a feast,

Bought a pack of noodles, now I'm budgeting the yeast.

I'm calculating calories, counting coins in a row,

Doing complicated math just to figure where they go.

My savings account's fiction, my checking's a myth,

My financial future's looking financially pissed.

Card hit the reader, then the terminal froze,

Cashier looked concerned like she witnessed a ghost.

She said, "Do you have another?" I said, "Technically, no."

She said, "Maybe try again." I said, "Lady, that's hope."

Hook

I'm broke again, broke again, nothing in the safe,

Bills keep coming through the door with a smile on their face.

No cash, no credit, no emergency fund,

If money talks, then mine's been silent for months.

Broke again, broke again, barely getting by,

Counting every nickel like it's gonna multiply.

I keep saying, "Next week," like next week's got a plan,

But my bank account keeps saying, "Do the best that you can."

Verse 2

I'm so broke that my overdraft got overdrafted,

Charged a fee for the fee, then the fee got subtracted.

Then another charge appeared for the charge that declined,

Now I'm paying money that I never even had at the time.

I'm so broke I can't afford to be broke,

Got a financial punchline but the joke's already broke.

My account's in the negative, buried below,

If there's rock bottom beneath me, I'm starting to know.

Got bills doing gymnastics all over the desk,

Every envelope arrives with a financial threat.

Electric company calling, landlord on the phone,

I hit "decline" so much my ringtone's a dial tone.

My refrigerator's empty but the light's still bright,

So I open it for entertainment every night.

Staring at three condiments like they're dinner cuisine,

Mustard, ketchup, relish — the poverty cuisine.

Tried ordering a meal, got denied at the register,

Pulled out an old coupon like a desperate investor.

Cashier said, "Sir, this expired back in '19."

I said, "That's the last time my finances were clean."

Hook

I'm broke again, broke again, nothing in the safe,

Bills keep coming through the door with a smile on their face.

No cash, no credit, no emergency fund,

If money talks, then mine's been silent for months.

Broke again, broke again, barely getting by,

Counting every nickel like it's gonna multiply.

I keep saying, "Next week," like next week's got a plan,

But my bank account keeps saying, "Do the best that you can."

I'm broke again, broke again, nothing in the safe,

Bills keep coming through the door with a smile on their face.

No cash, no credit, no emergency fund,

If money talks, then mine's been silent for months.

Broke again, broke again, barely getting by,

Counting every nickel like it's gonna multiply.

I keep saying, "Next week," like next week's got a plan,

But my bank account keeps saying, "Do the best that you can."