Yeah Right Lyrics

G'd up from the feet up ain't no thing that you can't beat up

Yeah right yeah right

Always lighting weed up so your mind is fully freed up

Yeah right yeah right

Claiming that you're popping IG models giving top in the front seat of the Mazda

Yeah right yeah right

Got more fucking options than pills I've seen you copping

Yeah right yeah right

Dropping bands on fashion often drip so hard they're always mopping

Yeah right yeah right

Those sheets are luxury and cotton that's why you ain't getting off them

Yeah right yeah right

Actavis non-stop in the cup to cure the coughing

Neglect the bowl of broth don't give a fuck about your coffin

Yeah right yeah right

You look like God

You look like God

You look like god can't no one see you

Somehow I just don't believe you

Somehow I just don't believe you

You look like god can't no one see you

Somehow I just don't believe you

I've got a lottery bet

I've got a lot of regret

I've got a lottery bet

I've got a lot of regret

I've got a lottery bet

Who me I'm fine everything I'm doing's by design

I've got a lot of regret

I've got a lottery bet

Who me I'm fine everything I'm doing's by design sublime

I've got a lot of regret

I've got a lottery bet

Who me I'm fine everything I'm doing's by design

I've got a lot of regret

I've got a lottery bet

Who me I'm fine everything I'm doing's by design sublime

I've got a lot of regret

Grow your mind and shrink your ego

I think we both know you need to

Look I know you think you glow

But trust me though nobody sees you

Trying to mask your insecurities

The fog your feeding eats you

And the shit you let then feed you

Makes your presence hard to breath through

Your thoughts will really beat you demons lining up to meet you

Boil down your soul and cook it up like it's some beef stew

Few too many fibs will seat you on a bed of thorns and bleed you

Of every single ounce of dignity there are no fucking re-do's

You should remove

Every damn post where you boast and brag

Or bitch about shit you're supposed to have

Here's a tip for the pricks who approach me mad

You should sit before you're hit with a fist

Trying to counterfeit like a wound up pit

While you drowned in this we all think it's sad

How you're insecure but you think you're mad

How you had good folks but you hate your dad

How you're tragic broke but you're chasing fads

How you're hooked on coke but afraid of dabs

How you blame your life on those tragic nights

But the sky's been bright and you're still down bad

But nothing's worse in the universe

Than how you die first and then blame the lag

I've got a lottery bet

I've got a lot of regret

I've got a lottery bet

I've got a lot of regret

Who me I'm fine everything I'm doing's by design

I've got a lottery bet

I've got a lot of regret

Who me I'm fine everything I'm doing's by design sublime

I've got a lottery bet

I've got a lot of regret

Who me I'm fine everything I'm doing's by design

I've got a lottery bet

I've got a lot of regret

Who me I'm fine everything I'm doing's by design sublime

I've got a lottery bet

I've got a lot of regret

Who me I'm fine

I've got a lottery bet

I've got a lot of regret

I've got a lottery bet

I've got a lot of regret

I've got a lottery bet

I've got a lot of regret