Yo, thirty-thousand monthly for the view of the hills
Now the landlord’s knockin’ with the list of the bills
Rourke’s in a corner but he’s swingin’ for real
Mickey’s got pride, he don’t need your appeal
Keep your nickels, keep your dimes
I’ve survived much harder times
Don’t GoFundMe, don’t you dare
I’m a lion in a lair, yeah
They’re posting up pages for the star of The Wrestler
But he’s dodging the pity like a high-speed Tesla
He’s got the grit, the scars, and the leather
He’ll face the storm regardless of weather
Stark naked in the face of the street
But he won’t accept a handout just to eat
It’s a knockout blow to the digital crowd
He’s broke but he’s loud, and he’s damn sure proud
Close the tab
Cancel the pay
Mickey’s gonna do it his own way
