What we doing next week?
What we doing next week?
What we doing next week?
No one knows
No one knows
What we doing next week?
What we doing next week?
What we doing next week?
No one knows
What we doing next week?
What we doing next week?
What we doing next week?
No one knows
No one knows
What we doing next week?
What we doing next week?
What we doing next week?
No one knows
Life on the tilt, I seep in the fissure
Ugly, fugly, I seethe in the room
Nothing left but some fruit and some liquor
Life give lemon, so get drunk off the lemon juice
Honestly, I don’t give a cuck about fresh news
Apathy, apathy, can I best you?
Still make a whole f#cking tape cause I’m lost
12 months in, eating tuna and porridge
All day screw a frown like Gyarados
Raging hard til I stress my heart
Freedom is telling me I can’t move
It’s ok, I’m an arsehole, I run on fumes
I’m not phased by the party; I do refuse
I’m too stale for the Harley; I c#m on cue
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