Lyrics My Life Sucks - Scotty Sire

Alright, alright, okay
I like the way this is sounding eh right now
But I do think maybe we could do something a lil different with it
Fitz do you think maybe you could make my voice deep
Like one of those Lil Wayne tracks
Fuck
Oh God

Momma wont buy me David Dobrik merch
No, she wont stick her sticky fingers in her purse
And if she don't give me money Imma steal from church
Cus I can't let Tiffany get the merch first

My birthday's April first and I never celebrate
Cus last time I choked on a piece of cake
When I turned eight momma said I was a mistake
Didn't really bother me tho, I took it okay

Internet trolls always calling me weird
I get mad shame thrown at me by all of my peers
I've been a sad man for like 25 years
I'm not dabbing on my haters, I'm just hiding my tears

Zolaft, Prozac, Lexapro
All anti-depressants that I've tried before
I do my best to hide it but my friends all know
I live a good life, and pretend that it blows
Zolaft, Prozac, Lexapro
All anti-depressants that I've tried before
I do my best to hide it but my friends all know
I live a good life, and pretend that it blows

When I'm out in public, I'm always smiling, tried it
But when I'm home alone my tears are flowing like a hydrant
Neighbors called the cops last night cus I was crying
Yes I'm sorry Mr. officer, I'll try to be silent

Friends going to a party so I'm kinda exited
But when I asked if I could come he said I wasn't invited
Yeah I guess I saw it coming, you could call me a side kick
Eating Oreos and whiskey while I'm spending the night in

Jameson got me sick yo, my girlfriend wants my dick bro
I can't get hard for shit tho and now shes really pissed well
Cus I'm drunk as fuck and I'm half asleep
She's I'm mad at me and I'm mad at my meat
And no sex tonight, the nights incomplete
God what an end to a terrible week

Zolaft, Prozac, Lexapro
All anti-depressants that I've tried before
I do my best to hide it but my friends all know
I live a good life, and pretend that it blows
Zolaft, Prozac, Lexapro
All anti-depressants that I've tried before
I do my best to hide it but my friends all know
I live a good life, and pretend that it blows

Every things great but I still complain
Got a couple loose screws but I'm not in pain
My heads not broken its just a sprain
I got a healthy body but a shitty brain

I'm good at rapping fast
But I can't do it long
That's why I'm rapping slow
For the rest of this song, steevy

Now I'm self medicating, no more doctors
And I don't need pharmaceuticals to prosper
I do my best to hide it but I'm socially awkward
The weirder you are the more you have to offer

All of this is bullshit
Nothing means anything
All of this is bullshit
Nothing means anything
All of this is bullshit
Nothing means anything, at all
All of this is bullshit
Nothing means anything

Oh I guess its over
Alright, I'm going to go hate myself some more
See you guys later