Its not 2013 mate
Don't tell me to like your band on facebook
That's the thing about life
It depends on the outlook
My teeth ice cold, i can chew pebbles
Controversial call me cancelled and grettle
Put on the kettle, give me the tea
Take it to the streets, get my ass beat
Discord chats where the wanker stays
Thought the mute would've worked both ways
Basement dweller Never seen sun rays
I don't have sex I'm in micro game
Feel like Tony Soprano
Panic attacks and gabagool
Consuming Reddit porno
Severely bullied at school
Here i am from the streets
Flow as crusty as my sheets
Throwing blows Blowing loads
Spilling bepsi on my clothes
Nah brah ain't no virgin
Just a certified axe wound surgeon
Don't need sex got a can of Pringles
Gave me the clap and then the shingles
Trying to watch The Wiggles
Told me i had to do this shit
Hand out of my pants
Time to squelch out a lit verse
Or curse
Shit couldn't get worse
Too Sweet it Superkicks my dignity
Back into the hearse
This wasn't made on Garageband
No it was written on Notebook
That's the thing about life
It depends on the outlook
The critic gave me a shitty review
And idk what the f*ck to do
All my friends are critics (ha ha ha ha)
But it ain't constructive
Tongue like a scorpion so i don't fear
Got a fat stack of jewels get over here
Got a catalogue look at the specials this week
I'mma spend all my savings on clapping cheeks
I'm the man with the plan
What's the password to Stan
Gonna get my ass out for some likes on Instagram