Ryan Higa, Andrew Garcia & Andy Lange - GTFO my Room | Текст песни

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• Ryan Higa, Andrew Garcia & Andy Lange
• GTFO my Room

Mom, why did you clean my room?
It was fine the way it was, I’m really mad at you
Dad, I don’t want to play ball
Even if you are the coach, I just don't care at all

Mom, why did you clean my room?
I’m so mad at you so mad at you
Dad, you ruined my life
Everything I do is never right

Dog, why did you poo in my shoe?
I’m really really really really mad at you
Toaster, why did you burn my toast
I didn't want black toast, I didn't want black toast
Didn't want black toast

Mom, get out of my room, get out of my room
I hate it when you tell me what to do
You're not the boss of me
Dad, can't you be proud of me
Even though you caught me wearing mom's eyeliner
It brings out my eyes

I feel the darkness deep inside
My soul speaks to my mind
My heart cries with my eyes
I love to write my poetry
You wont know what it means
But that’s what makes it deep

I hate my mom, I hate my dad
I hate my dog, I hate my cat
I hate everything and they hate me

Mom, I know you want the best for me
I’m sorry girl I was being so mean
And dad I’m sorry too
But there is one last thing I have to say to both of you
I love you but get the fuck out of my room
Get me out of my room
I’m still so freaking mad at you
You ruined my life and nothing seems right to you

I hate my mom, I hate my dad
I hate my dog, I hate my cat
I hate everything and they hate me

I hate the spoon that falls into my cereal
And the toilet seat when I poo and it's too cold
I hate everything and they hate me