| Yeah
|
| Sometimes I just get fucking pissed off
|
| I just get sick of all this bullshit
|
| Shit’s sad growing up in the gutter
|
| But I met a lot of kids, want to be like I am
|
| It’s weird, people see you on the come up
|
| Then you happy with some money but I’m mean and I’m pissed
|
| My girlfriend knows that I love her
|
| But I mentally abuse her and I treat her like shit
|
| We both suicidal, she a cutter
|
| All I do is self-loath, what’s the reason I live?
|
| Bunch of empty liquor bottles in the cupboard
|
| Lying to each other like next week we’ll quit
|
| Get drunk, make a straw outta dollar
|
| But it’s okay, it’s only cocaine, not meth
|
| My family looking at me like a fuck up
|
| And they’re right, and I don’t want to disappoint my twin
|
| I pray one day I’ll recover
|
| But it’s like I’m tryin' to schedule an appointment with the — devil
|
| Lord knows I don’t wanna — die
|
| So I’m begging, praying help me please
|
| I lie like I’m covering for someone in the summer
|
| With anxiety and I ain’t got no self-esteem
|
| Lot of people are going wanna tell me shut up
|
| Cause they got it way worse, I’m a selfish piece of shit
|
| Make a motherfucker wonder, what it’s gonna take for me to change mentally
|
| Bags underneath my eyes cause I live too fast
|
| Grey hairs on my beard
|
| Feelin' like I can’t breathe if I don’t take a pill so I’m always on a Xan
|
| Drink a bottle every night, I feel them doing damage to my liver
|
| I ain’t ever been this fat and disgusting
|
| I don’t wanna rap, I wanna nap on my love-seat
|
| I ain’t sayin' this to get no pity, I’m just feelin' shitty
|
| Lookin' like a piece of metal rusting, and trust me
|
| And I don’t really like
|
| The person I’ve become
|
| This isn’t who I thought I would turn into when I was young
|
| But now I’m grown and they say I’m
|
| No Good
|
| I’m just a drug addict, drunk, I’m
|
| No Good
|
| They say I need to turn my life around
|
| I don’t know, maybe I’m a hater
|
| I’m supposed to write a rap, but I hate rap now
|
| Stop breathin' when I’m sleeping then I wake up
|
| Still in my clothes, can’t remember how I passed out
|
| Lately I’m an angry drunk am I’m afraid I
|
| Might have been a dick, best friend’s gettin' cussed out
|
| But fuck it, then I guess I’ll find out later
|
| What I done, 'nother hungover day bummed out
|
| True shit I ain’t no exaggerator
|
| Nose bleedin', trying to act like I ain’t sniff shit
|
| People think they’re motivating me to take up a different lifestyle
|
| Fuck them and their Fitbit
|
| They just wanna help but don’t appreciate uh
|
| Cause they love me, and they don’t wanna see me die young
|
| Every day I’m dissapointin' my creator
|
| I’ve been strugglin' to get up out the hole I dug
|
| Lately I’ve been switchin' over to the vapor
|
| Chain smokin Newports hole-punched my lungs
|
| I can see my future and it’s as plain as day my
|
| Girl cryin' to the operator, calling 9−1-1
|
| I tour, blessed to be an entertainer
|
| Been spendin' months away from home, there’s nothing I find fun
|
| Signed a record deal, I love the record label
|
| Three albums later, underrated when it’s my time come
|
| Couldn’t afford the tour bus, so I went and bought a van
|
| There’s some money selling records, so I got to tour again
|
| I don’t wanna bore the fans, so I bought a couple lights
|
| Plus some background singers, but I can’t afford a band
|
| Jealous of these rich rappers and the money that they make
|
| I was up outside of Chili’s having lunch and a lame
|
| Started rooting for his team on the screen
|
| When I see happy people wanna punch them in the face
|
| I’m ashamed cause
|
| I don’t really like
|
| The person I’ve become
|
| This isn’t who I thought I would turn into when I was young
|
| But now I’m grown and they say I’m
|
| No Good
|
| I’m just a drug addict, drunk, I’m
|
| No Good
|
| They say I need to turn my life around
|
| Yeah!
|
| Ye-ye-ye-uh-
|
| Ye-ye-ye-ye-FUCK!
|
| Fuck it |