Chorus: It ain't my fault you're motivated Cuz I ain't workin' my drive is faded I'd rather chill talk to my friends drink my coffee laugh at my sine I'm lovin' life is a pretty day And I'm a let it waste away I said I'm lovin' life is a pretty day And I'm a let it waste away I'd rather stand on the corner and laugh my ass off
I paid my dues I don't work my ass off And work never got me nowhere It was like god and luck And I just happened to be there And I'm a show up when I who up And if I don't blow up fuck it I don't blow up At leats I don't have to grow up Man let me smoke my cigarette I'm thinkin' right now about all the things I won't get A bunch of bullshit I really don't need A bunch of dumb bitches mixin' crack with weed But I got caffeine and I got pills I got me a beat machine and I got skills. And so what if I got to sleep all day It ain't like I'm missin' much anyway Cuz it's all fake and it's all take You're all full of shit so why be awake You all look at me like I done lost my mind Wearin' argyle socks so in the bump and grind O got an Izod v-neck a high tech redneck pumas and a foamy hat so gimme respect I spent about 10 years in the hole after a light-skinned girl cold stole my soul But now I'm up I don't give a fuck You can have my depression you can eat my butt I don't need no philosophies except my own For chrissakes it's too late I guess I'm grown But I've learned enough to know I don't know shit I bitched and moaned but I ain't never quit Kept on survivin' and kept on drivin' so I guess It's OK to be mentally ill Cuz it ended up payin' all my damn bills