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Alright, alright, okay I like the way this is sounding eh right now 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 Fuck Oh God Momma wont buy me David Dobrik merch No, she wont stick her sticky fingers in her purse And if she don't give me money Imma steal from church Cus I can't let Tiffany get the merch first My birthday's April first and I never celebrate Cus last time I choked on a piece of cake When I turned eight momma said I was a mistake Didn't really bother me tho, I took it okay Internet trolls always calling me weird I get mad shame 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 Zolaft, 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 Zolaft, 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 smiling, tried it But when I'm home alone my tears are flowing like a hydrant Neighbors called the cops last night cus I was crying Yes I'm sorry Mr. officer, I'll try to be silent Friends going to a party so I'm kinda exited But when I asked if I could come he said I wasn't invited Yeah I guess I saw it coming, you could call me a side kick Eating Oreos and whiskey while I'm spending the night in Jameson got me sick yo, my girlfriend wants my dick bro I can't get hard for shit tho and now shes really pissed well Cus I'm drunk as fuck and I'm half asleep She's I'm mad at me and I'm mad at my meat And no sex tonight, the nights incomplete God what an end to a terrible week Zolaft, 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 Zolaft, 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 Every things great but I still complain Got a couple loose screws but I'm not in pain My heads not broken its 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, steevy Now I'm self medicating, no more doctors And I don't need pharmaceuticals to prosper 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 Nothing means anything All of this is bullshit Nothing means anything All of this is bullshit Nothing means anything, at all All of this is bullshit Nothing means anything Oh I guess its over Alright, I'm going to go hate myself some more See you guys later
Writer(s): Andrew Fitzpatrick, Scott Sire Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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