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my life sucks - scotty sire lyrics

[intro]
my life, m-my li-, my life, m-my life sucks
alright, alright, okay!
my life, m-my li-, my life, m-my life sucks, fu—
i like the way this is sounding, u-uh right now
my life, m-my li-, my life, m-my life sucks
but i do think maybe we could do something a lil’ different with it
fitz, do you think maybe you could make my voice deep
like one of those lil wayne tracks?
my life, m-my li-, my life, m-my life sucks, f-ck
oh god!

[verse 1]
momma won’t buy me david dobrik merch
no, she won’t stick her sticky fingers in her purse
and if she don’t gimme money i’ma steal from church
’cause i can’t let tiffany get the merch first
my birthday’s april first and i never celebrate
’cause last time i choked on a piece o’ cake
when i turned eight momma said i was a mistake
didn’t really bother me though, i took it okay
internet trolls always calling me weird
i get mad shade thrown at me by all of my peers
i’ve been a sad man for like 25 years
i’m not dabbing on my haters, i’m just hiding my tears

[hook]
zoloft, prozac, lexapro
all anti-depressants that i’ve tried before
i do my best to hide it but my friends all know
i live a good life, and pretend that it blows
zoloft, prozac, lexapro
all anti-depressants that i’ve tried before
i do my best to hide it but my friends all know
i live a good life, and pretend that it blows

[verse 2]
when i’m out in public, i’m always smilin’, trident
but when i’m home alone my tears are flowing like a hydrant
neighbors called the cops last night ’cause i was crying
“yes, i’m sorry mr. officer, i’ll try to be silent”
friends goin’ to a party so i’m kinda excited
but when i asked if i could come he said i wasn’t invited
yeah, i guess i saw it comin’, you could call me a psychic
eating oreos and whiskey while i’m spendin’ the night in
jameson got me sick, yo
my girlfriend wants my d-ck, bro
i can’t get hard for sh-t though
and now she’s really p-ssed, woah
’cause i’m drunk as f-ck and i’m half asleep
she’s mad at me and i’m mad at my meat
no s-x tonight, night’s incomplete
god what an end to a terrible week!

[verse 3]
everything’s great but i still complain
i got a couple loose screws but i’m not in pain
my heads not broken it’s just a sprain
i got a healthy body but a sh-tty brain
i’m good at rapping fast
but, i can’t do it long
that’s why i’m rapping slow
for the rest of this song, stevie!
now i’m self-medicating, no more doctors
and i don’t need pharmaceuticals to prosper
yeah, i do my best to hide it but i’m socially awkward
the weirder you are the more you have to offer

[bridge]
all of this is bullsh-t (all of this is bullsh-t)
nothing means anything (nothing means anything)
all of this is bullsh-t (all of this is bullsh-t)
nothing means anything (nothing means anything)
all of this is bullsh-t (all of this is bullsh-t)
nothing means anything at all (nothing means anything)
all of this is bullsh-t (all of this is bullsh-t)
na, na-na-na, na-na-na, nothing means anything

[outro]
oh, i guess it’s over. alright, i’m going to go hate myself some more, i’ll see you guys later!

- scotty sire lyrics

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