Hard Times
This song goes out to the FBI and the CIA
Why don't you cock-suckin' turd-munchin' tiny-dick
Fart-sniffer piece o' shit motherfuckers find a real job
Instead of watchin' me jerk off on the internet all day you fuckin' assholes
Ask me anything
Life is a blessing
I'll say yes without any finessing
Whoever thought I'd make it outta my teens
Whoever thought I'd fit this dick inside of these jeans
They say hard times will find us all
Until then you can find me down at the mall
Smokin' a cigarette up against a wall
The haters can suck on my motherfuckin' balls
Ask me anything
I'm not hard to convince
I look like Jamiroquai and sound like Prince
Whoever thought I'd make it outta my twenties
With a fat nutsack full of good n' plenties
Yeah, hard times will find us all
But 'til then you can find me down at the mall
Smokin' a doobie up against a wall
The police can suck on my motherfuckin' balls
Ask me anything
I'm not paranoid
It's just the fuckin' FBI that I want to avoid
They put a microphone inside of my dick
So they can listen to me rap because they think that I'm sick
Yeah, the CIA'll find you if they wanna
But 'til then you can find me down in Tijuana
Hidin' all the Bitcoin inside of my butt
The feds can suck on my motherfuckin' nuts
They say hard times will find us all
But 'til then you can find me down at the mall
Smokin' a cigarette up against a wall
And all y'all can suck on my balls
Why don't you cock-suckin' turd-munchin' tiny-dick
Fart-sniffer piece o' shit motherfuckers find a real job
Instead of watchin' me jerk off on the internet all day you fuckin' assholes
Ask me anything
Life is a blessing
I'll say yes without any finessing
Whoever thought I'd make it outta my teens
Whoever thought I'd fit this dick inside of these jeans
They say hard times will find us all
Until then you can find me down at the mall
Smokin' a cigarette up against a wall
The haters can suck on my motherfuckin' balls
Ask me anything
I'm not hard to convince
I look like Jamiroquai and sound like Prince
Whoever thought I'd make it outta my twenties
With a fat nutsack full of good n' plenties
Yeah, hard times will find us all
But 'til then you can find me down at the mall
Smokin' a doobie up against a wall
The police can suck on my motherfuckin' balls
Ask me anything
I'm not paranoid
It's just the fuckin' FBI that I want to avoid
They put a microphone inside of my dick
So they can listen to me rap because they think that I'm sick
Yeah, the CIA'll find you if they wanna
But 'til then you can find me down in Tijuana
Hidin' all the Bitcoin inside of my butt
The feds can suck on my motherfuckin' nuts
They say hard times will find us all
But 'til then you can find me down at the mall
Smokin' a cigarette up against a wall
And all y'all can suck on my balls
Credits
Writer(s): Chase Dingle
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