[Verse 1]
Rollin’ up a bowl while the midnight rolls,
Map gas in the garage, fixin’ up the holes.
Hands start shakin’ from the tin foil smoke,
I’m diggin’ through my pockets like a man gone broke.
[Pre-Chorus]
My bag is gettin’ real low,
Lost my plug, lost my soul.
Lookin’ in the carpet, searchin’ through the floor,
When you think you got enough, you’re lookin’ for more.
[Chorus]
My bag’s got a hole, and it’s leakin’ away,
I’m down on the floor at the end of the day.
Ain’t life a bitch when the money runs dry?
I found another bag—well, hell, that’s why!
My bag’s got a hole, yeah, the story gets old,
Lost my plug, lost my soul,
But I got another bag sold.
[Verse 2]
Tin foil twisted, fingers cold and numb,
Countin’ every little piece of what I got left undone.
Map gas burnin’, shadows on the wall,
I swear I had a plan, but I can’t recall.
The floor’s got crumbs and the night’s got teeth,
I’m crawling around underneath the old couch seat.
Then I find one more—thought I struck gold,
Laughin’ at myself ’cause the same shit’s old.
[Chorus]
My bag’s got a hole, and it’s leakin’ away,
I’m down on the floor at the end of the day.
Ain’t life a bitch when the money runs dry?
I found another bag—well, hell, that’s why!
My bag’s got a hole, yeah, the story gets old,
Lost my plug, lost my soul,
But I got another bag sold.
[Bridge]
Hands keep shakin’, head keeps spinnin’,
Every bad decision feels like I’m winnin’.
Sun comes up, and the night takes its toll,
I’m still on the floor lookin’ for more.
[Final Chorus]
My bag’s got a hole, and it’s leakin’ away,
Another long night, another hell of a day.
Ain’t life a bitch? Yeah, everybody knows,
You lose what you got, then you chase what goes.
My bag’s got a hole, but I’m singin’ this song,
Lost my plug, lost my soul,
And I’ve been lookin’ all night long.