I Hate Everything
I hate everything
My room ain't my clean
My grass ain't green, I
Hate washing dishes
I hate when I miss shit
Not looking for friendship
Stay outta my business
I hate everything
My room ain't my clean
My grass ain't green, I
Hate washing dishes
I hate when I miss shit
Not looking for friendship
Stay outta my business
I swear sometimes I want to be alone
And find a couch to put my feet up on
So many trolls, but you engage with a hater
They gone look at you like you "he was wrong"
Some of you nerds really deserve to get beat up on
Don't act like it's funny and all laughs
On the internet where every opinion's in all caps
What happens when he snaps?
What happens when he puts on that hoodie and all black?
What's happens is you'll act like it's goodie and then retract
Yo statement, yo fake shit
Like "that's a good song, it's on my playlist"
Nigga, shut the fuck up
I'm sick of people
I think I've had enough
I got my bags and I'm packing them up
Wait, what's your opinion on the global economy?
Nigga, you ought to be getting off of my nuts
Y'all just argue for arguing
And I don't give a fuck
Who just shot a DM
Who put shots in their butt
I could be in South Beach fucking up the club
I'm hoping that this downbeat get me off the rut
Putting my soul into something I can love
I guess I gone be rolling with every kick and punch, guess what
I hate everything
My room ain't my clean
My grass ain't green, I
Hate washing dishes
I hate when I miss shit
Not looking for friendship
Stay outta my business
I hate everything
My room ain't my clean
My grass ain't green, I
Hate washing dishes
I hate when I miss shit
Not looking for friendship
Stay outta my business
I don't want to deal with this shit
Stare at the ceiling a bit
Fucking depressing
I'm not in the present
Telling the therapist I need it to quit
How can we manage emotions?
Feel good to put on a show
But they cannot spell the name right on the poster
I got handle my motion, dawg
Fucking embarrassing low-key
You would have thought I was in pro-leagues
That I got A-listers on my shit and they sending emojis
That is not even remotely close
I got a long way to go
In between reading them telling me I fell off
I gotta fold my clothes
Around the house on my hands and knees I scrub
I'm a scrub
Bom bom bom
I could be in South Beach fuckin' up the club
What, what, what?
I could be in South Beach fuckin' up the club
I'm hoping that this downbeat get me off the rut
Putting my soul into something I can love
I guess I gone be rolling with every kick and punch guess what
I hate everything
My room ain't my clean
My grass ain't green, I
Hate washing dishes
I hate when I miss shit
Not looking for friendship
Stay outta my business
I hate everything
My room ain't my clean
My grass ain't green, I
Hate washing dishes
I hate when I miss shit
Not looking for friendship
Stay outta my business
My room ain't my clean
My grass ain't green, I
Hate washing dishes
I hate when I miss shit
Not looking for friendship
Stay outta my business
I hate everything
My room ain't my clean
My grass ain't green, I
Hate washing dishes
I hate when I miss shit
Not looking for friendship
Stay outta my business
I swear sometimes I want to be alone
And find a couch to put my feet up on
So many trolls, but you engage with a hater
They gone look at you like you "he was wrong"
Some of you nerds really deserve to get beat up on
Don't act like it's funny and all laughs
On the internet where every opinion's in all caps
What happens when he snaps?
What happens when he puts on that hoodie and all black?
What's happens is you'll act like it's goodie and then retract
Yo statement, yo fake shit
Like "that's a good song, it's on my playlist"
Nigga, shut the fuck up
I'm sick of people
I think I've had enough
I got my bags and I'm packing them up
Wait, what's your opinion on the global economy?
Nigga, you ought to be getting off of my nuts
Y'all just argue for arguing
And I don't give a fuck
Who just shot a DM
Who put shots in their butt
I could be in South Beach fucking up the club
I'm hoping that this downbeat get me off the rut
Putting my soul into something I can love
I guess I gone be rolling with every kick and punch, guess what
I hate everything
My room ain't my clean
My grass ain't green, I
Hate washing dishes
I hate when I miss shit
Not looking for friendship
Stay outta my business
I hate everything
My room ain't my clean
My grass ain't green, I
Hate washing dishes
I hate when I miss shit
Not looking for friendship
Stay outta my business
I don't want to deal with this shit
Stare at the ceiling a bit
Fucking depressing
I'm not in the present
Telling the therapist I need it to quit
How can we manage emotions?
Feel good to put on a show
But they cannot spell the name right on the poster
I got handle my motion, dawg
Fucking embarrassing low-key
You would have thought I was in pro-leagues
That I got A-listers on my shit and they sending emojis
That is not even remotely close
I got a long way to go
In between reading them telling me I fell off
I gotta fold my clothes
Around the house on my hands and knees I scrub
I'm a scrub
Bom bom bom
I could be in South Beach fuckin' up the club
What, what, what?
I could be in South Beach fuckin' up the club
I'm hoping that this downbeat get me off the rut
Putting my soul into something I can love
I guess I gone be rolling with every kick and punch guess what
I hate everything
My room ain't my clean
My grass ain't green, I
Hate washing dishes
I hate when I miss shit
Not looking for friendship
Stay outta my business
I hate everything
My room ain't my clean
My grass ain't green, I
Hate washing dishes
I hate when I miss shit
Not looking for friendship
Stay outta my business
Credits
Writer(s): Khary Durgans, Abhi Vaidehi
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2025 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.