Lyrics

Can't find myself a purpose in life So everyday just feels like Sunday When I have the time for my purpose in life I don't do much of anything at all I just get stuff and I throw it up Into an existential vacuum turned on high It's sort of like when you're craving laughter But nothing seems funny at all Prestigious jobs Warm holes to cum in They're just in my existential vacuum turned on high
Writer(s): Frank Mindingall Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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