Scotty Sire - My Life s**s lyrics

Alright alright okay I like the way this is sounding eh right now But I do think maybe we could do something a lil different with it Fitz do you think maybe you could make my voice deep Like one of those Lil Wayne tracks f** Oh God Mama won't buy me David Dobrik merch No, she wont stick her sticky fingers in her purse And if she don't gimme money I'ma steal from church Cause I can't let Tiffany get the merch first My birthday's April 1st and I never celebrate Cause last time I choked on a piece of cake When I turned eight momma said I was a mistake Didn't really bother me though, I took it okay Internet trolls always calling me weird I get mad shade thrown at me by all of my peers I've been a sad man for like 25 years I'm not dabbing on my haters, I'm just hiding my tears Zoloft, Prozac, Lexapro All anti-depressants that I've tried before I do my best to hide it but my friends all know I live a good life, and pretend that it blows Zoloft, Prozac, Lexapro All anti-depressants that I've tried before I do my best to hide it but my friends all know I live a good life, and pretend that it blows When I'm out in public, I'm always smiling, trident But when I'm home alone my tears are flowing like a hydrant Neighbors called the cops last night cause I was crying Yes I'm sorry mister officer, I'll try to be silent Friends going to a party so I'm kind of excited But when I asked if I could come he said I wasn't invited Yeah, I guess I saw it coming, you could call me a psychic Eating Oreos and whiskey while I'm spending the night in Jameson got me sick yo, my girlfriend wants my dick, bro I can't get hard for sh** though, and now she's really pissed woah Cause I'm drunk as f** and I'm half asleep She's mad at me and I'm mad at my meat No s** tonight, nights incomplete God what an end to a terrible week Zoloft, Prozac, Lexapro All anti-depressants that I've tried before I do my best to hide it but my friends all know I live a good life, and pretend that it blows Zoloft, Prozac, Lexapro All anti-depressants that I've tried before I do my best to hide it but my friends all know I live a good life, and pretend that it blows Everything's great but I still complain I got a couple loose screws but I'm not in pain And my heads not broken it's just a sprain I got a healthy body but a sh**ty brain I'm good at rapping fast But I can't do it long That's why I'm rapping slow For the rest of this song, Stevie! Now I'm self medicating no more doctors And I don't need pharmaceuticals to prosper Yeah, I do my best to hide it but I'm socially awkward The weirder you are the more you have to offer All of this is bull sh** Nothing means anything All of this is bullsh** Nothing means anything All of this is bullsh** Nothing means anything at all All of this is bullsh** Nothing means anything Oh, I guess it's over Alright, I'm going to go hate myself some more See you guys later