Unfuck
I brush my teeth
I put my shoes on
On the wrong feet
Oh what a loser
Here comes the debt collector
He's gonna take my car
But it's a piece of sh*t
It won't get too far
Unf*ck my life
Here comes the debt collector
Ooh Unf*ck my life
Oh what a loser
You're doing it wrong
I'm not doing it wrong
He said you're doing it wrong
Maybe I'm doing it wrong
Hey there Mr debt collector
Take my car but I just wrecked her
Hear you knocking on my door
I can't take it anymore
All the time you want my cash
Worried taking out my trash
Money need to fund my drugs
Please don't send me round those thugs
If I was a rich man
It wouldn't last too long
Ooh cos I'm a loser
I put my shoes on wrong
Unf*ck my life
Here comes the debt collector
Ooh Unf*ck my life
Oh what a loser
You're doing it wrong
I'm not doing it wrong
He said you're doing it wrong
Maybe I'm doing it wrong
I don't need it anymore
I'm just lying on my floor
Trying to even up the score
Stay away I'm f*cking poor
Debt collector bring me down
Looks like I'll be leaving town
Nasties crawling with the bugs
All I really need are drugs
He smoked a cigarette
Coughed up a lung
He knows that by morning
He's gonna be hung
Unf*ck my life
Here comes the debt collector
Ooh Unf*ck my life
Oh what a loser
I don't need it anymore
I'm just walking out the door
I put my shoes on
On the wrong feet
Oh what a loser
Here comes the debt collector
He's gonna take my car
But it's a piece of sh*t
It won't get too far
Unf*ck my life
Here comes the debt collector
Ooh Unf*ck my life
Oh what a loser
You're doing it wrong
I'm not doing it wrong
He said you're doing it wrong
Maybe I'm doing it wrong
Hey there Mr debt collector
Take my car but I just wrecked her
Hear you knocking on my door
I can't take it anymore
All the time you want my cash
Worried taking out my trash
Money need to fund my drugs
Please don't send me round those thugs
If I was a rich man
It wouldn't last too long
Ooh cos I'm a loser
I put my shoes on wrong
Unf*ck my life
Here comes the debt collector
Ooh Unf*ck my life
Oh what a loser
You're doing it wrong
I'm not doing it wrong
He said you're doing it wrong
Maybe I'm doing it wrong
I don't need it anymore
I'm just lying on my floor
Trying to even up the score
Stay away I'm f*cking poor
Debt collector bring me down
Looks like I'll be leaving town
Nasties crawling with the bugs
All I really need are drugs
He smoked a cigarette
Coughed up a lung
He knows that by morning
He's gonna be hung
Unf*ck my life
Here comes the debt collector
Ooh Unf*ck my life
Oh what a loser
I don't need it anymore
I'm just walking out the door
Credits
Writer(s): Kill, Martha, T R Turei
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