fuck life
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
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
Credits
Writer(s): Colin Beck
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