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it ain't my fault you're motivated
cuz i ain't workin' my drive is faded
i'd rather chill talk to my friends
drink my coffee laugh at my sine
i'm lovin' life is a pretty day
and i'm a let it waste away
i said i'm lovin' life is a pretty day
and i'm a let it waste away
i'd rather stand on the corner and laugh my ass off
I paid my dues
i don't work my ass off
and work never got me nowhere
it was like god and luck
and i just happened to be there
and i'm a show up when i who up
and if i don't blow up fuck it i don't blow up
at leats i don't have to grow up
man let me smoke my cigarette
i'm thinkin' right now about all the things i won't get
a bunch of bullshit i really don't need
a bunch of dumb bitches mixin' crack with weed
but i got caffeine and i got pills
i got me a beat machine and i got skills.
and so what if i got to sleep all day
it ain't like i'm missin' much anyway
cuz it's all fake and it's all take
you're all full of shit so why be awake
you all look at me like i done lost my mind
wearin' argyle socks so in the bump and grind
o got an izod v-neck a high tech redneck
pumas and a foamy hat so gimme respect
i spent about 10 years in the hole
after a light-skinned girl cold stole my soul
but now i'm up i don't give a fuck
you can have my depression you can eat my butt
i don't need no philosophies except my own
for chrissakes it's too late i guess i'm grown
but i've learned enough to know
i don't know shit
i bitched and moaned but i ain't never quit
kept on survivin' and kept on drivin' so i guess it's ok to be mentally ill
cuz it ended up payin' all my damn bills
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