HBD Lyrics

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday to me

Happy birthday to us

Please don't text "HBD"

You're not the FCC, please stop telling me

That I can't say this or that, where's my felony

If you want me to shut up then say "please"

If you want me sane, put me on PCP

If you want Mii, turn on the Wii

I can't go back to who I used to be

Which one of you clowns want to test me

I'll drop all your names like you're in a starting line up

I'm on top of the mountain, you haven't even climbed up

Faced with these facts, you're too young to retire

Too young to get a job, at least one you actually like

Won't suck up to no bitch, if she's still hitting that pipe

I don't think half of you get me, but my boys understand

I'll keep my dignity, hop back on your OnlyFans

Happy belated to that girl based in California

I don't talk to you no more and I apologize

The way that I portray you, cruel and not as advertised

But don't associate with those who just spread blatant lies

About how I'm a liar, how fucked up I am in the head

I know I'm fucked up, but I'll do what it takes to get this bread

You understand the grind, I'm just try to get through all the hurting

Back end of my mind, I'm aware I've really done you dirty

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday to me

Happy birthday to us

Please don't text "HBD"

You're not the FCC, please stop telling me

That I can't say this or that, where's my felony

If you want me to shut up then say "please"

If you want me sane, put me on PCP

If you want Mii, turn on the Wii

I can't go back to who I used to be

Can't go back, can't go back

Can't go back, can't go back

Can't go back, can't go back

Auggie being swarmed by wannabe activists

"Yap, yap, yap" is all they ever say

I don't know why I get involved in this shit anyway

Same old talking heads and talking points, what a catastrophe

Had some friends who got indoctrinated

They're not coming back

Sold their souls to the system

Personalities they lack

Why do y'all wonder why I question these things

I want to know the shadow man that's pulling these strings

Happy birthday to me

How depressing

I hope somebody out there learned a lesson

If not I'll be chilling on the beach with the fam

Don't keep eyes of me though, keep your eyes on your man

Keep your eyes on your man

First 3 albums got recorded in the bedroom

Album number 4, I need people to offend

Doesn't matter who, I'll still get clout in the end