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