I’m on the road, empty and cold
To a distant destination, without a dime
Been thinking ’bout dinner, way back in days of old
It's hard to admit it, I am starving to death, an old friend of mine

Cashbacks to our plastic, my enemy is past that has already gone
I never paid enough to gain that remedy
Cashbacks for my purchases, which I had never done
It keeps holding, holding on me wrong

I don’t deserve poverty, c’mon

Original lyrics by Elena Alexandra Apostoleanu aka INNA.