Good For Nothing
Shot up the American dream
It made me do it
And y'all wanted a scene
Huh huh
So let the blood trickle down
Leak onto me
Am I making daddy proud?
Yeah, probably
Everybody special
No one wannaprove it
Who's this useless fucker in the bad news
Begging me to feel the right way all day
and tomorrow
Borrow what they say and bullshit echoes gonna follow
I wouldn't die for this
Taking money for the violence
I make hits
I don't like to miss
But too bad, so sad
I'm in the land of ugly
Asking what I can do for my country while it fucks me
Pulled up and I and I and I
Got lit
What I'm what I'm what I'm
good for
Who gives a shit
White teeth when I rotted out the sweet ones
Fresh meat never fucking with no reruns
Work in the bed
Sleep when you're dead
Eat the lead
Skin getting shed to get ahead
Taking medication to dull the sensation of a nation
Impatient to be complacent barely adjacent to what they're praising
I think I'd rather erase it
You're just living in a dream of you ain't gonna chase it
Right
If you want it
Come get it
I'm just tryna to make a living
Put the work in
Don't sweat it
Feeling
Fear it like a weapon
If you want it
Come get it
I've been driving
Lights off steering
Born as a wrecked blessed mess
That probably couldn't guess
How much it cost you to just flex
Huh, what the fuck
Pulled up and I and I and I
Got lit
What I'm what I'm what I'm
good for
Nothing bitch
It made me do it
And y'all wanted a scene
Huh huh
So let the blood trickle down
Leak onto me
Am I making daddy proud?
Yeah, probably
Everybody special
No one wannaprove it
Who's this useless fucker in the bad news
Begging me to feel the right way all day
and tomorrow
Borrow what they say and bullshit echoes gonna follow
I wouldn't die for this
Taking money for the violence
I make hits
I don't like to miss
But too bad, so sad
I'm in the land of ugly
Asking what I can do for my country while it fucks me
Pulled up and I and I and I
Got lit
What I'm what I'm what I'm
good for
Who gives a shit
White teeth when I rotted out the sweet ones
Fresh meat never fucking with no reruns
Work in the bed
Sleep when you're dead
Eat the lead
Skin getting shed to get ahead
Taking medication to dull the sensation of a nation
Impatient to be complacent barely adjacent to what they're praising
I think I'd rather erase it
You're just living in a dream of you ain't gonna chase it
Right
If you want it
Come get it
I'm just tryna to make a living
Put the work in
Don't sweat it
Feeling
Fear it like a weapon
If you want it
Come get it
I've been driving
Lights off steering
Born as a wrecked blessed mess
That probably couldn't guess
How much it cost you to just flex
Huh, what the fuck
Pulled up and I and I and I
Got lit
What I'm what I'm what I'm
good for
Nothing bitch
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Writer(s): Eric Schwan
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