name your first track here Lyrics

I'm unemployed and still living in my dad's house

I spent all my money on just games and food

Hell, I'm just now getting to this fucking album

'Cause I didn't wanna pay the fees and dues

And that's why

It won't exist

Or at least it shouldn't

And I've got

My therapist

Maybe I would've

And you don't

Have time for this

You don't give a shit

You couldn't

Well, my brother left the state and had some children

I mean, fuck, he's doing way better than me

Well, he's stuck in South Dakota, that's still better

Than high school friends and waking up at 3

And god I wish I could do something with my life

Like get a car or job or self-esteem

But I guess all I can do is write an album

To get people to feel sorry for me

And that's why

It won't exist

Or at least it shouldn't

And I've got

My therapist

Maybe I would've

And you don't

Have time for this

You don't give a shit

You couldn't

So this album goes out to everybody listening

Who thinks this verse is useless cheesy shit

'Cause now I know we have the same opinion

And I've introduced you for the rest of it

And that's why

It won't exist

Or at least it shouldn't

And I've got

My therapist

Maybe I would've

And you don't

Have time for this

You don't give a shit

You couldn't