Happy Endings

Who else is sick and tired of all these fucking liars

I am my boss which means I'll never get fired

Music is my job even after I retire

Next to glass oceans that'll be looking like they're sapphire

With a six pack that I have it's called Fat Tire

I could turn sitting on ass into a satire

My shit's the bomb your shit's nothing but a back fire

Going in attack mode like a fucken Rottweiler

And turn myself into animal like Rob Schneider

What I spit is already lit I don't got a lighter

My tongue's a double edge sword

I was born to be a fighter