paroles de chanson Make My Own Luck - Fck

I paid a therapist one eighty bucks an hour
Just to tell me I could be angry?

10 years of nightmares
He locked me out the house
Last night I dreamed
I burned down his house
With him still in, still locked in it
Yeah let's do it
Yeah let's do it

First job, six bucks an hour don't pay rent
Boss says that's just what teen girls get
Still I begged for advice like
"Do I sound good? Do you like it?"
An eagle asked a vulture for a ticket
Meritocracy? You fucking know it's not
Cause we'd be on top
Funny how my insecure stopped as soon as I got a new job

Now I'm the bitch that's in business
One hundred an hour
I'm in business
Used to feel love real well, now I know
The smell of betrayal
The way the wind blows
Just another burnt bitch
Watch me clock this
As a capitalist
Narcissist
Narcissist
Narcissist?
A pragmatist

When all you middle classes fuckers get the courage up
To rise up I'll be right there with you
But until then
You can shut the fuck up
I'm tired being the one with the neck out

Now I got a lay of the land I see
The high road leads off a cliff but at least
On the ground beneath is where you meet the people
You'd build the best resistance with

Nah nah nah nah nah
Nah nah nah nah nah nah

I say I need space, you spitfire
20 texts an hour that you want me
I know you want me, cause I'm want worthy
But what's your wanting gonna do for me?
Now If I'm the most fucked bitch you've seen
Then why you tryna get so close to me?
I'm a king, you want in?
There are rules to the kingdom
Talk shit on me, you're cut
Talk shit on my friends you're cut
Talk shit full stop?
Shut the fuck up

I need to make my own luck
I need to make
Make my own luck
I'm gonna make my own luck