I'm not the richest man alive

But I still feel content

I know my happiness isn't judged

By how much money I have spent

I see people living lies, never satisfied

Though they've got money to burn

They're piss poor at what they possess inside



Well, I guess I don't relate to their self-centered ways

I'm glad just being alive, living day by day

Don't need material things, no need to make things mine

I may lead a low budget life

But thanks, I'm doing just fine



I've got good friends that I can trust

And a roof over my head

It seems these good times will not stop 'til I am dead

So go ahead and flaunt your wealth

Such a waste of time, you should have learned by now

Happiness is something you can't buy



I see it every day, the rich not in elation

They wear permanent masks

Of discontent, doubt, and frustration