My Life Sucks - Scotty Sire

My life, m-my li-, my life, m-my life sucks

Alright, alright, okay!

My life, m-my li-, my life, m-my life sucks, fu—

I like the way this is sounding, u-uh right now

My life, m-my li-, my life, m-my life sucks

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?

My life, m-my li-, my life, m-my life sucks, fuck

Oh God!

Momma won’t buy me David Dobrik merch

No, she won’t 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 first and I never celebrate

'Cause last time I choked on a piece o' 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 smilin', 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 Mr. Officer, I’ll try to be silent»

Friends goin' to a party so I’m kinda excited

But when I asked if I could come he said I wasn’t invited

Yeah, I guess I saw it comin', you could call me a psychic

Eating Oreos and whiskey while I’m spendin' the night in

Jameson got me sick, yo

My girlfriend wants my dick, bro

I can’t get hard for shit though

And now she’s really pissed, woah

'Cause I’m drunk as fuck and I’m half asleep

She’s mad at me and I’m mad at my meat

No sex tonight, night’s 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

My heads not broken it’s just a sprain

I got a healthy body but a shitty 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 bullshit (All of this is bullshit)

Nothing means anything (Nothing means anything)

All of this is bullshit (All of this is bullshit)

Nothing means anything (Nothing means anything)

All of this is bullshit (All of this is bullshit)

Nothing means anything at all (Nothing means anything)

All of this is bullshit (All of this is bullshit)

Na, na-na-na, na-na-na, nothing means anything

Oh, I guess it’s over.

Alright, I’m going to go hate myself some more,

I’ll see you guys later!