dont say you picked the short straw when all you have is more like everything is hard for you like everything's a chore when all you seem to do is try to act confused like everybody needs to know
that your life is harder than it seems and or shows
spare, your little cobwebs ideas and concepts i see right past them your face is tragic now listen
i work for what im given and its like a fucking prison i work for what im given, so
dont guilt me like your needy because no ones receiving
how sad, too bad too bad i couldn't give a flying fuck
with daddy's cash he bought his luck hes spoon fed like a lamb your hardly hard done by dip shit now suck it up like a man