Fuck this Life
Fuck this life
Fuck this life
In my life I don't have no-one, I don't talk to nobody
Everyone's so fake, I had to cut off everybody
I don't belong on the street with the hood rats
They'll never make it out and they'll never be more than that
But I also don't belong with the spoiled white goodie goodies
The ones with all the money and dressing in the gucci hoodies
I'm tired of living in this fucking life
All I asked for was a roof to grow under
But then you turned your back, turned a cold shoulder
Learning from this life, I'm growing older
My heart, yeah it's starting to freeze over
My love for this world, it's growing colder
My expectations are growing lower
Whatever you thought we had it's fucking over
Here you go, you can have my middle finger
Fuck you, yeah
Fuck this, yeah
Fuck that, yeah
I'm never coming back
Ay, yeah
Get hit with my baseball bat
Ay, yeah
Imma give him a little whack
One hit, two hit, then imma shoot him with the nine
Make sure I nail him right in the fucking spine
Then if he still trying to come after you
I want you to cap his ass with the 22
Imma drive out, imma drive far
Imma take his keys and steal his fucking car
Don't look for me imma be far
Imma drive out, yeah imma drive far
All I asked for was a roof to grow under
But then you turned your back, turned a cold shoulder
Learning from this life, I'm growing older
Yeah my heart, yeah it's starting to freeze over
My love for this world, it's growing colder
My expectations are growing lower
Whatever you thought we had it's fucking over
Here you go, you can have my middle finger
Fuck you, fuck that, fuck this life yeah
Fuck this, fuck that, fuck this life yeah
Fuck you, fuck that, fuck this life yeah
Fuck this, fuck that, I'm never coming back
Fuck this life
Fuck this life
In my life I don't have no-one, I don't talk to nobody
Everyone's so fake, I had to cut off everybody
I don't belong on the street with the hood rats
They'll never make it out and they'll never be more than that
But I also don't belong with the spoiled white goodie goodies
The ones with all the money and dressing in the gucci hoodies
I'm tired of living in this fucking life
Fuck this life
Fuck this life
Fuck this life
Fuck you, fuck that
Fuck this life, yeah
Fuck all of this
Fuck you, fuck that
Fuck this life, yeah
Fuck this life
Fuck this life
Fuck this life, yeah
Fuck this life
Fuck this life, yeah
Fuck this life
Fuck this life
In my life I don't have no-one, I don't talk to nobody
Everyone's so fake, I had to cut off everybody
I don't belong on the street with the hood rats
They'll never make it out and they'll never be more than that
But I also don't belong with the spoiled white goodie goodies
The ones with all the money and dressing in the gucci hoodies
I'm tired of living in this fucking life
All I asked for was a roof to grow under
But then you turned your back, turned a cold shoulder
Learning from this life, I'm growing older
My heart, yeah it's starting to freeze over
My love for this world, it's growing colder
My expectations are growing lower
Whatever you thought we had it's fucking over
Here you go, you can have my middle finger
Fuck you, yeah
Fuck this, yeah
Fuck that, yeah
I'm never coming back
Ay, yeah
Get hit with my baseball bat
Ay, yeah
Imma give him a little whack
One hit, two hit, then imma shoot him with the nine
Make sure I nail him right in the fucking spine
Then if he still trying to come after you
I want you to cap his ass with the 22
Imma drive out, imma drive far
Imma take his keys and steal his fucking car
Don't look for me imma be far
Imma drive out, yeah imma drive far
All I asked for was a roof to grow under
But then you turned your back, turned a cold shoulder
Learning from this life, I'm growing older
Yeah my heart, yeah it's starting to freeze over
My love for this world, it's growing colder
My expectations are growing lower
Whatever you thought we had it's fucking over
Here you go, you can have my middle finger
Fuck you, fuck that, fuck this life yeah
Fuck this, fuck that, fuck this life yeah
Fuck you, fuck that, fuck this life yeah
Fuck this, fuck that, I'm never coming back
Fuck this life
Fuck this life
In my life I don't have no-one, I don't talk to nobody
Everyone's so fake, I had to cut off everybody
I don't belong on the street with the hood rats
They'll never make it out and they'll never be more than that
But I also don't belong with the spoiled white goodie goodies
The ones with all the money and dressing in the gucci hoodies
I'm tired of living in this fucking life
Fuck this life
Fuck this life
Fuck this life
Fuck you, fuck that
Fuck this life, yeah
Fuck all of this
Fuck you, fuck that
Fuck this life, yeah
Fuck this life
Fuck this life
Fuck this life, yeah
Fuck this life
Fuck this life, yeah
Fuck this life
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Writer(s): Kenneth Scroggin
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