| Woke up, everything’s fucked
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| Goldfish dead and my Chase account’s in the dust
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| Credit started starting with a four
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| Can’t take a loan out 'cause I need to get a higher score
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| And I really need a new car
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| My shit from '93 and it don’t even start
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| At least I got my guitar
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| Even though I need a new string and the cord don’t go far
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| Skateboard stolen at the park again
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| And I might resort to violence
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| It was my only transportation
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| And now I’m asking for a ride again, oh well
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| I just need silence
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| I gotta go and chill inside again, oh well
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| Don’t wanna try again
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| But I guess I gotta try again, oh well
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| Hello, the universe to me, w can be friends, I can tell
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| But you can’t stand m, and that’s something I can smell
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| The way you fear me, and I’m fearing you as well
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| Now let’s make anarchy, let’s all make anarchy
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| Hello, hello, hello, how low
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| Hello, hello, hello, how low
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| Hello, hello, hello, how low
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| Hello, hello, hello, how low
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| Woke up, everything’s crap
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| Let some dude ride my bike and he never came back
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| And my goldfish still dead
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| Still in the red, no bitch so no head
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| Don’t got money for a bike
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| Got arthritis in my hand so I can’t even type
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| Well, that’s fine
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| I’m just a fisherman with no bait on his line
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| Went to jiu-jitsu at three
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| Got choked out with my own gi
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| Went to muay thai at six
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| My legs red from the low kicks
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| I took shrooms and I need help
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| But I wanna be by myself
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| I took acid, girl, nice face
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| But I’d appreciate my space
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| Hello, the universe to me, we can be friends, I can tell
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| But you can’t stand me, and that’s something I can smell
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| The way you fear me, and I’m fearing you as well
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| Now let’s make anarchy, let’s all make anarchy
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| Hello, hello, hello, how low
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| Hello, hello, hello, how low
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| Hello, hello, hello, how low
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| Hello, hello, hello, how low |