C'est La Vie Lyrics

Cest La vie, das what the vivendi french guy told me

He said honestly, that's just life, don't try to fight

Pourqoui wontchya ben dovuh

Be our guest at the devils society

They told me life's a bitch and then you die

Eight-fold, she leaves exponential stitches while I wonder why

Rays of light beam through me as I get more transparent

Demented, getting disparaged, need for anti-depressants gets apparent

But fuck your SSRIs, I don't trust your inhibitors, here come doctuh doctor

Sez side effects include constipation or diarrhea when takin Lipitor

S'ycould explode, disintegration in the arena

Y'piss n shit n cum staining the walls wilzooliya

Twisted moral compasses ruinin mind states of the children

You actin like I'm bein abusive while you continue kindlin

You feedin the flames, me? I'm reclusive

Mind my own bidnis, so why is the trajectory of this hate so obtrusive

Relativity related to momentum, the physics of it so far has been inconclusive

Gated community living, unaware of their surroundings

Money momentum astounding, life divests me till I'm seething

Wants me bleeding, sanity starts fading, the cosmos celestially middle fingering

Cest La vie, das what the vivendi french guy told me

He said honestly, that's just life, don't fight

Pourqoui wontchya ben dovuh

Be our guest at the devils society

Cest La vie, das what the vivendi french guy told me

He said honestly, that's just life, don't fight

Pourqoui wontchya ben dovuh

Be our guest at the devils society

Most would blame god or lose faith in that there is one

Lord knows that one true culprit is capitalism

Fear and loathing driving people into radicalism

Corrupted belief systems and nonsensical materialism

Corroborators tout their own horns while their bishop preaches to the choir

Collaborators fuckin each other over cuz dollar bills the primal desire

I'm wondering what's required to show you that bein woke ain't the final meta

I ain't no prophet, this knowledge I just drop it then rearrange it so it fuxwitcha

FML, LOL, roflmayo, gotta laugh about it, otherwise I might lose myself

FYI yo BMI sez yera fat fuck, do summin bout dat health

My frustrations stem from compounded bullshit

Lucky number seven so elusive, life starts givin me rotten lemons

More like qualude LEMMONS

Druggin my system to drown out this misbegotten existence

Square root o me may be infinity but ye gotta factor in variance

My life nonsensical with all these blessings and tragedies

The question now is, when I blow the fuck up am I gonna be a calamity

Cest La vie, das what the vivendi french guy told me

He said honestly, that's just life, don't fight

Pourqoui wontchya ben dovuh

Be our guest at the devils society