Lyrics:
she actin' sad
But I won't fuck again
They treated me like trash
I make 'em hate, just for the fuck of it
My foot all on the gas
And I won't brake,
The way it's going you'll be State fore you get to Yale
That's so sad cuz where I'm from
Yale right by Harvard and Princeton
Normal really ain't too far
I'm going far away soon trending all over
My song on top the world will soon be all over
Big Dream away in 02 Arena
Big Dream away in 02 Arena
I
The "American Dream" was
More than just a concept
Feedin' us lies
About limitless skies
While all there is
Is just shit and fly's
Ohmin' Combin'
And a what chu
KWIRK
Lt. Hunkie, if you lean on that button once more, I will have you ejected into hyperspace through the garbage chute!!! Take over the controls,
bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I
act. And so it's a very old song, 100 and something years old. I think it was more than 100 years old. Steve couldn't believe that us Brits were talking
and condolences family of David Dorn
Who was killed by a rioter looting and shooting up a store
The type of stuff I couldn't support cause
I read "vengeance is
mind seems the place to be but believe me I'm still trying to see
If it's a happy song or a sad sap, a good kid with a bad rap, with some silly lines
In
our sense
And we share our sins like when a parrot sins
I'm staring since the fact, is that it's sad but true that
This is what we do as Americans in
'm twenty-four
I've dropped eight songs, I got four more
I ain't really close to family, that's a closed door
Too many things have hurt me to pretend anymore
I
was a wild adolescent blessed with the foul essence
Messin around with the wrong crowd I learned my lesson
Stressin all the things that I have not
out of key
Oh, baby I get by (Ah, with a little help from my friends)
All I need is my buddies (Ah, with a little help from my friends)
I say I
'm sick of feelin' I don't belong here
I'm tired of dealin' with all the wrong fears
I'm sick and tired, I hear the song clear
God damn, last year was
example
thank you all for whom i tremple
people have been mistreat for too long
how long to sing this sad song
connolly said we shall rise again
and surely
a damn
When you can't afford the turkey or ham?
Livin' off of Ramen noodles, beef jerky, and Spam
Now that's sad, but that's a fact of life
All I can
I get high to get on by
Gotta put all the bullshit aside
Bullshit Demar Derozan
Bullshit like Zach Lavine
I'll be smoking ganja for eternity
Baby why
of the worship song I'm singing along
What the hell is going on
I had questions to be asked
Like what do you do with the rejects and the worst outcasts
He asked me
by all of the things they said to send you off
About I, but I, guess I can't really too ticked off
Since they talked about Jesus dirty in synagogues
eyes will sing a song called deep hate
The places you play and where you stay
Looks like one great big alleyway
You'll admire all the number-book
eyes will sing a song called deep hate
The places you play and where you stay
Looks like one great big alleyway
You'll admire all the number-book
believing them cause they
Ain't seeing the shit in my heart and they don't want me to too
But I do, I do, and godamn I want this shit more than American law
the truth and it all went bad
Like the drinks that you pour to survive one more night
By yourself
Cause you're a sad, sad, sad excuse for a man
If I
out of key
Oh, baby I get by (Ah, with a little help from my friends)
All I need is my buddies (Ah, with a little help from my friends)
I say I
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