Fucked Shit Lyrics

I'm sick of this fucked shit

Don't wanna be at this function

Tryna be a living legend, living like a peasant

Tryna make it out the gutter, buy a house for my mother

These my 2am thoughts

Work at 5 am gots to make it today

It's my only influx of pay

She open her mouth wide, in sucks my (pain)

Her head my revival, dead lead, by survival instincts

Tryna get as much money in brinks

Your old lady in dinks

After putting dishes in sinks

Her and her best friend sucking me in sync

She back to the streets boys

Boutta go meet Royce gotta roll

Your chick a freak though

Got her sucking on my toes

No foot massage either

Just pleasure

She treasure the ether

So you know I gotta meet her

Like to fly high like a free bird

I guess you could say this my bird bomb

Head congested like lil dicky tryna make his third song

Shit is jail

Honestly this bit is stale

If you met Dave you might say

That shit is funny

My third bitch is ugly

But she got money

So I keep her around

They say be there or be square

Well I'm an octogan

Fighting everything that might go wrong

I'm like Michael on the 96 bulls

Or Halloween

Like how fun it would it be

To be the greatest at something

Even if it was killing teens

Nah, nah nah scratch that

Well whatever keep it in, but change the subject

I'm giving willing D that means they ask for it

At night my soft dick is cold, looking for an ass for it

A chick to cuddle, a chick to bring in my huddle

Make my assistant coach

She can assist with strokes

I get in relationship and I miss the hoes

They stay sucking me

In the relationship, I stay reluctantly

I don't even like this chick

One day she itch this niche

Three years later I be a hater

So I see ya later

This is the life I live