Lyrics My Life Sucks - Scotty Sire

My Life Sucks

My life, m-my li-, my life, m-my life sucks
Alright, alright, okay!
My life, m-my li-, my life, m-my life sucks, fu—
I like the way this is sounding, u-uh right now
My life, m-my li-, my life, m-my life sucks
But I do think maybe we could do something a lil' different with it
Fitz, do you think maybe you could make my voice deep
Like one of those Lil Wayne tracks?
My life, m-my li-, my life, m-my life sucks, fuck
Oh God!
Momma won’t buy me David Dobrik merch
No, she won’t stick her sticky fingers in her purse
And if she don’t gimme money I’ma steal from church
'Cause I can’t let Tiffany get the merch first
My birthday’s April first and I never celebrate
'Cause last time I choked on a piece o' cake
When I turned eight momma said I was a mistake
Didn’t really bother me though, I took it okay
Internet trolls always calling me weird
I get mad shade thrown at me by all of my peers
I’ve been a sad man for like 25 years
I’m not dabbing on my haters, I’m just hiding my tears
Zoloft, Prozac, Lexapro
All anti-depressants that I’ve tried before
I do my best to hide it but my friends all know
I live a good life, and pretend that it blows
Zoloft, Prozac, Lexapro
All anti-depressants that I’ve tried before
I do my best to hide it but my friends all know
I live a good life, and pretend that it blows
When I’m out in public, I’m always smilin', trident
But when I’m home alone my tears are flowing like a hydrant
Neighbors called the cops last night 'cause I was crying
«Yes, I’m sorry Mr. Officer, I’ll try to be silent»
Friends goin' to a party so I’m kinda excited
But when I asked if I could come he said I wasn’t invited
Yeah, I guess I saw it comin', you could call me a psychic
Eating Oreos and whiskey while I’m spendin' the night in
Jameson got me sick, yo
My girlfriend wants my dick, bro
I can’t get hard for shit though
And now she’s really pissed, woah
'Cause I’m drunk as fuck and I’m half asleep
She’s mad at me and I’m mad at my meat
No sex tonight, night’s incomplete
God what an end to a terrible week!
Zoloft, Prozac, Lexapro
All anti-depressants that I’ve tried before
I do my best to hide it but my friends all know
I live a good life, and pretend that it blows
Zoloft, Prozac, Lexapro
All anti-depressants that I’ve tried before
I do my best to hide it but my friends all know
I live a good life, and pretend that it blows
Everything’s great but I still complain
I got a couple loose screws but I’m not in pain
My heads not broken it’s just a sprain
I got a healthy body but a shitty brain
I’m good at rapping fast
But, I can’t do it long
That’s why I’m rapping slow
For the rest of this song, Stevie!
Now I’m self-medicating, no more doctors
And I don’t need pharmaceuticals to prosper
Yeah, I do my best to hide it but I’m socially awkward
The weirder you are the more you have to offer
All of this is bullshit (All of this is bullshit)
Nothing means anything (Nothing means anything)
All of this is bullshit (All of this is bullshit)
Nothing means anything (Nothing means anything)
All of this is bullshit (All of this is bullshit)
Nothing means anything at all (Nothing means anything)
All of this is bullshit (All of this is bullshit)
Na, na-na-na, na-na-na, nothing means anything
Oh, I guess it’s over.
Alright, I’m going to go hate myself some more,
I’ll see you guys later!