F**k You (Me)
What's the point in telling the truth anymore?
When there are people waiting for you to fall through the floor
I keep my thoughts to myself, like a nice young man
But understand that's only 'cause I think you'd hate me again
Where's the fun in trying your best all the time?
Looks like it's easier to let things flow and not force the rhyme
At least not all the time
Oh, I guess this is life (this life) (this life)
And God, I'm alive
And I will take it upon myself to decide what is wrong from right
And I'll do what I like (I like) (I like)
This is my life
And it goes like:
I wake up and I'm real pissed off and my head goes:
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck you, fuck you"
I smoke a bit and try not to cough and my lungs go:
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck you, fuck you"
How many times in a day do I think to myself?
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck you, fuck you"
Yeah, how many times in a day do I say to myself?
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck you, fuck you"
I made a list of all the things I could do tomorrow
Instead of sleepin' in (instead of sleepin' in)
Oh, I'm sheddin' off dead skin (oh, I'm sheddin' off)
And I'm breaking free of who I once was
Someday I swear I'll break the system
And I'll break every rule 'til I'm numb
And I'm learning to run
Away from the things that scream, "Run!"
Oh, I guess this is life (this life) (this life)
Oh-ah
And I will take it upon myself to decide what is wrong from right
And I'll do what I like (I like) (I like)
This is my life
And it goes like:
I wake up and I'm real pissed off and my head goes:
(I wake up and I'm real pissed off and my head goes:)
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck you, fuck you"
I smoke a bit and try not to cough and my lungs go:
(I smoke a bit and try not to cough and my lungs go:)
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck you, fuck you"
I said how many times in a day do I think to myself:
(How many times in a day do I think to myself:)
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck you, fuck you"
Yeah, how many times in a day do I say to myself:
(How many times in a day do I say to myself:)
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck you, fuck you"
I dunno
When there are people waiting for you to fall through the floor
I keep my thoughts to myself, like a nice young man
But understand that's only 'cause I think you'd hate me again
Where's the fun in trying your best all the time?
Looks like it's easier to let things flow and not force the rhyme
At least not all the time
Oh, I guess this is life (this life) (this life)
And God, I'm alive
And I will take it upon myself to decide what is wrong from right
And I'll do what I like (I like) (I like)
This is my life
And it goes like:
I wake up and I'm real pissed off and my head goes:
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck you, fuck you"
I smoke a bit and try not to cough and my lungs go:
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck you, fuck you"
How many times in a day do I think to myself?
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck you, fuck you"
Yeah, how many times in a day do I say to myself?
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck you, fuck you"
I made a list of all the things I could do tomorrow
Instead of sleepin' in (instead of sleepin' in)
Oh, I'm sheddin' off dead skin (oh, I'm sheddin' off)
And I'm breaking free of who I once was
Someday I swear I'll break the system
And I'll break every rule 'til I'm numb
And I'm learning to run
Away from the things that scream, "Run!"
Oh, I guess this is life (this life) (this life)
Oh-ah
And I will take it upon myself to decide what is wrong from right
And I'll do what I like (I like) (I like)
This is my life
And it goes like:
I wake up and I'm real pissed off and my head goes:
(I wake up and I'm real pissed off and my head goes:)
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck you, fuck you"
I smoke a bit and try not to cough and my lungs go:
(I smoke a bit and try not to cough and my lungs go:)
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck you, fuck you"
I said how many times in a day do I think to myself:
(How many times in a day do I think to myself:)
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck you, fuck you"
Yeah, how many times in a day do I say to myself:
(How many times in a day do I say to myself:)
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck you, fuck you"
I dunno
Credits
Writer(s): Fredo Fosco, Fredo Disco
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