First World Problems

Alarm didn't ring
The goddamned thing
Had a bad dream
Made me wanna scream

Fuck this
Fuck this
Fuck this
Fuck...

The driver hit the gas
The goddamned ass
Two feet from the door
He wouldn't wait no more

Fuck this
Fuck this
Fuck this
Fuck...

I am just like sunglasses
I turn light to darkness
I am just like sunglasses
I turn light to darkness

Then I get to work
Of course some jerk
Runs to the boss
He wants me laid off

Fuck this
Fuck this
Fuck this
Fuck...

After all this
Bad luck and piss
Papers and shit
Not worth it

Fuck this
Fuck this
Fuck this
Fuck...

I am just like sunglasses
I turn light to darkness
I am just like sunglasses
I turn light to darkness

Fuck

I am just like sunglasses
I turn light to darkness
I am just like sunglasses
I turn light to darkness



Credits
Writer(s): The Slow Brigade
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