Текст песни A$AP Rocky Type Beat - Proper

Oh my god, I'm back on my bullshit
Who knew staying happy was so hard?
I just can't do it
Tried to fight two bouncers down in New Orleans
Spent too much time on Grindr talking to softboys from Queens

Don't get me started on my bank account
Too many nights going out
Waiting for them to call and say "It's not you, it's me"
Happiness is out of my price range
I'll just stay in my lane
And subsist on 40oz's and chopped cheese

Don't get my started on my fragile masculinity
All I heard growing up was queer men can't be manly
So I'll just overcompensate with hypersexuality
And pick fights over little shit and call it integrity

So what I'm saying is:
All I do is wrong, all I do is harm
All I do is wrong, all I do is harm

When I get like this it's:
All I do is wrong, all I do is harm
All I do is wrong, all I do is harm

My closing argument is:
All I do is wrong, all I do is harm
All I do is wrong, all I do is harm