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Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
C. Beck
C. Beck
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Paryo
Paryo
Producer

Lyrics

I fuckin' hate life, why you actin' so excited Music for myself, why you even wanna fight this You could call me juice, all white, and feelin' righteous She be pressin' on my keys, and she don't even type, shit I could spread quicker than a goddamn virus She smoke on a blunt, I don't even wanna light it Treat me like a king, why you calling me your highness I fuckin' hate life, why you actin' so excited Am I just that lifeless You can have her, she is not my type bitch Y'all treat it like it's Instagram, you tryna like this I'm 'bouta knock my demons out like I'm Tyson Still I cannot find no clarity Talkin' to myself, thinkin' I need therapy And every time I'm walkin' in, they wanna stare at me 'Cause that's what happens when you get that popularity Tryna pray to God, when I got no faith I'm lookin' at myself, I don't got no face I'm kissing on her lips, when she got no taste I'm takin' my time, 'cause it ain't no I fuckin' hate life, why you actin' so excited Music for myself, why you even wanna fight this You could call me juice, all white, and feelin' righteous She be pressing on my keys, and she don't even type, shit I could spread quicker than a goddamn virus She smoke on a blunt, I don't even wanna light it Treat me like a king, why you calling me your highness I fuckin' hate life, why you actin' so excited
Writer(s): Colin Beck Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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