Life Sucks

One, two, three
One, two, three
One, two, three, yeah
Life sucks like really, really bad
Don’t understand what the fuck you doin' if you ain’t doin' shit
Little man, get your racks up (Yeah)
Get the text up, be the better man, you a fan
Life sucks like really, really bad
Don’t understand what the fuck you doin' if you ain’t doin' shit (Prr, prr, prr,
prr)
Little man, get your racks up
Get the text up, be the better man, you a fan
Yeah, ayy
Nothing, I stand up for none of this shit
You send me all of these tricks
And I’m askin' questions, like damn, you are sick
If I drink, I’m drinking like six
You take a picture, I’m up
You’re as my girl, and I love you to death
My heart breaks in pieces, you clean up the mess (For real, for real, for real)
Yeah, ayy, and you is a angel like
Amazing what happens in only one year (Kill, kill, kill)
Yeah, but to be it real quick
Don’t ask me about what I think about her
It’s the same thing, every day I feel a little pain
To the next day, every day I feel all the same
The people talk shit, don’t even know my name
see me in the bleaches
With a, I don’t even need y’all
Even in the end we don’t have a lot of friends
And life moves slow like the Earth around the sun
And mama gave birth to a new boy
And that boy grew up to do big things, boy
Life sucks like really, really bad
Don’t understand what the fuck you doin' if you ain’t doin' shit
Little man, get your racks up (Yeah, yeah, ayy)
Get the text up, be the better man, you a fan
Life sucks like really, really bad
Don’t understand what the fuck you doin' if you ain’t doin' shit (Prr, prr, prr,
prr)
Little man, get your racks up
Get the text up, be the better man, you a fan
Life sucks like really, really bad
Life sucks like really, really bad
Life sucks like really, really bad
Like really, really bad, like really, really bad (Yeah)
Life sucks like really, really bad
Life sucks like really, really bad
Life sucks like really, really bad
Like really, really bad, like really, really bad (Yeah)