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On the next episode of living with the Trumps We find that Boris took a dump on public funds To hand out to his chums And if things don't quite work out for me I can sell myself as an NFT Think I'm gonna livestream my lobotomy Should get 20 likes at least 25 years in a rut 25 years floating on a rock Wishing it would stop I think I had an idea once But I think that I forgot Maybe I should just shut the fuck up And go along with it Another episode of how to start a fight That's when you're wrong just claim you're right Because you spent all night online again Another victim of the times Too blind to read between the lines Too high to notice where you're going half the time, oh yeah 25 years in a rut 25 years floating on a rock Wishing it would stop I think I had an idea once But I think that I forgot Maybe I should just shut the fuck up 25 years in a rut Never been enough Didn't make the cut Couldn't give a fuck I think I got an idea, what? Shut the fuck up, man Shut the fuck up (And go along with it) Oh, why is everybody so addicted to the drama? Would it take a tidal wave of change to exercise Some karma on these crooked motherfuckers? All they do is make it harder And if I'm being honest, I can't be bothered All the self-gratification's more like public masturbation Swear to God you'd cut your face off for an ounce of validation So here's one while you're waiting for your next notification Some useful information, shut the fuck up 25 years in a rut 25 years floating on a rock Wishing it would stop I think I had an idea once But I think that I forgot Maybe I should just shut the fuck up 25 years in a rut Never been enough Didn't make the cut Couldn't give a fuck I think I got an idea, what? Shut the fuck up, man Shut the fuck up
Writer(s): Sebastian Matthew Barlow, Matthew Richard West, Benedict Kieran James Barlow, Samuel Joseph Bowden, Matthew Oliver Powles Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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