I′m just a simple kind of man now
I don't want no handouts
Catch you with your pants down, na-na-na
Every day when I wake up again I
My head′s in the can I
Spinning 'til I pass out, na-na-na

You say, you want no one to stay
You wanna be alone in a real big home
You won't return the calls that are coming to your phone
You wanna do drugs, and do them all alone
And no, I won′t fight it
To me, it′s so exciting
I'll put a movie on and enjoy it while I′m crying

This is what I want
This is what I want, want
This is what I want
This is what I want

I'm just a simple kind of man now
I don′t want no handouts
Catch you with your pants down, na-na-na
Every day when I wake up again I
My head's in the can I
Spinning ′til I pass out, na-na-na

Hey baby, it's a showbiz town
You got your name on the Playbill
And every single person wants you now
But tomorrow's a landfill

This is what I want
This is what I want, want
This is what I want
This is what I want

I′m just a simple kind of man now
I don′t want no handouts
Catch you with your pants down, na-na-na
Every day when I wake up again I
My head's in the can I
Spinning ′til I pass out, na-na-na

I'm just a simple kind of man now
I don′t want no handouts
Catch you with your pants down, na-na-na
Every day when I wake up again I
My head's in the can I
Spinning ′til I pass out, na-na-na

I'm just a simple kind of man
A simple, a simple kind of man
And I don't want your handout again
A simple, a simple kind of man

Writer(s): Sarah Alyse Tudzin, Willow Camille Smith, Dallon James Weekes, De'wayne Des'shone Jackson, Robert Michael Hiser Jr., David James Burris, Terry Wayne Craft Iii<br>Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com