Bleachers

Be happy when i am dead
'Cause ma fucking life is a huge dread
But on the flip side the red taste better in my head
And i don't wanna pretend that we ain't living in
An asthmatic problematic fucking stupid kid
Always finna panic when he out the fucking crib
Pop some fucking xanax to forget who he truly is
Meeting with the goonies so we searching for that booty
Acting stupid with the motherfucking fellas
Bitches wanna talk but they never wanna tell us
That we fucking up but they seem a little jealous
Ow baby hold my cup, see they trying to compel us
Oh shit i missed the bus (Fuck)
Better playing hooky than be caught by the fucking fuzz
He be just a rookie but be smelling like the cookie dust
Look he tryna front because he's a stupid cunt (Bitch)
Bet you smell like the motherfucking stripper pole
But this life ain't been fucking feeling gold
Murking people ain't a vision bro
That's how the dead be fucking living tho
Living life is so cynical
All my problems feel so minimal
Smoking dope, be the principle
Thats why I'm smoking on the bleachers
Never amount to nothing, fuck a teacher
I'm done with fucking hoping, fuck a preacher
I'm down with overdosing, I'm just a creature
Thats why I'm smoking on the bleachers
Never amount to nothing, fuck a teacher
I'm done with fucking hoping, fuck a preacher
I'm down with overdosing, I'm just a creature