Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Fuck Life , by - Deluxe. Song from the album Boys & Girl, in the genre ПопRelease date: 05.03.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Nanana
Song language: English
Fuck Life |
| I miss the magic, mister mister magic… |
| I miss the magic, mister mister magic… |
| Let’s shoot the elephant in the room |
| Spit a load of phlegm on your tomb |
| Skanking and midi strings, it makes me wanna shoot to kill |
| Is it really that soon? |
| I thought we had a couple more moons |
| Before going at it again, it makes me wanna shoot to kill |
| Fuck life |
| Every time I hear your songs I wanna pluck eyes |
| Bleeding from my ears and dead inside |
| Fuck life |
| It ain’t my birthday but it’s my birthday tonight |
| Lighters in your pockets quit smoking the pipe |
| He’s pulling up again it makes me wanna slice his face |
| Spike his plate with poodle bacon and piss on his spliff |
| Sorry if your dog is hanging by his collar now |
| I guess that’s just what… life is all about |
| Kill time with anything played out shenanigans |
| Pretty solid look swinging from a hook |
| Cut down your ganja plant burn down your camper van |
| Fuck life |
| Every time I hear your songs I wanna pluck eyes |
| Bleeding from my ears and dead inside |
| Fuck life |
| It ain’t my birthday but it’s my birthday tonight |
| Lighters in your pockets quit smoking the pipe |
| Alive, how you keep on staying? |
| Alive, how you keep on staying? |
| Man fuck life, where the hell we at? |
| Shit got me yelling «thug life!"with a belly tat |
| Middle finger raised on sight can’t tell me jack |
| Sitting on the roof getting blazed tipping Henny back |
| Shit ain’t relaxing where the honey’s at |
| Shit is getting taxing where the money at |
| Living day to day all rain where the sun be at? |
| Was living day to day in LA where the sun be at |
| Fuck I’m really lost here |
| Caught in the cross hairs |
| Paris got a cost plus a frost to belong here |
| Tried to walk the walk but I guess I bought the wrong pair |
| Staring at my shoes fuck you man I don’t care |
| Talking bout fashion I ain’t got no love for that |
| Fuck being hip if it ain’t got a gun attached |
| Man I’m making music you ain’t making none of that |
| You ain’t gonna do shit you ain’t saying nothing back |