Fyp

What's the problem?
What's the problem?
What's the problem?

Down on luck
Ten bucks and fucked
But never sad
Because it's enough
To get me through one more weekend
In hell

I just close my eyes
And hope for mine
Before I die
We're all fucked
So fuck your problems

What's the problem?
What's the problem?
What's the problem?

The weed guy got old
And so did we
My friends got cold
Did it have to be
Right before another weekend
In hell

I just close my eyes
And hope for mine
Before I die
We're all fucked
So fuck your problems

FYP
It's the only way to be
FYP
It's the only way to be



Credits
Writer(s): Scum Shots
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