Apathy - Bad For Me lyrics
[Apathy - Bad For Me lyrics]
Out in the dark shaking hands in the street
I'm drifting
Drifting away from my family towards my foes
My mother told me, "You'll reap what you sow
What you most want is bad for you, you know'"
The summer's dead and the winter just woke up
Gotta quit drinkin' I'm sick of
The smell of throw up no fucks are given
I'm livin' where people roll up
Weed like it's a competition where
Someone can blow up
Made with precision like laser
Guided robotic arms till they spotted moms
But fuck it only a false alarm phew
This used to be a teenage wasteland
With broken turntables and hundreds
Of empty spray cans
Bitches everywhere, son I swear to God
If you ain't gettin' head at
Least it's a hand job
Motherfucker get a job or should
I jog your memory
Bitches with dumb bums date your worst enemy
It's like they're allergic to failure
Even average hoes try to
Dress like Iggy Azalea
What's this world coming to? I ponder
There's no respect or honor
In driving a Honda
Or having a baby mama or medical marijuana
Cards, ain't living large they going
Straight to the farmer
I'm staying on point like an archer
Just flash back to mama and the
Shit that she taught ya
Out in the dark shaking hands in the street
I'm drifting
Drifting away from my family towards my foes
My mother told me, "You'll reap what you sow
What you most want is bad for you, you know'"
I'm drifting
Drifting away from my family towards my foes
My mother told me, "You'll reap what you sow
What you most want is bad for you, you know'"
The summer's dead and the winter just woke up
Gotta quit drinkin' I'm sick of
The smell of throw up no fucks are given
I'm livin' where people roll up
Weed like it's a competition where
Someone can blow up
Made with precision like laser
Guided robotic arms till they spotted moms
But fuck it only a false alarm phew
This used to be a teenage wasteland
With broken turntables and hundreds
Of empty spray cans
Bitches everywhere, son I swear to God
If you ain't gettin' head at
Least it's a hand job
Motherfucker get a job or should
I jog your memory
Bitches with dumb bums date your worst enemy
It's like they're allergic to failure
Even average hoes try to
Dress like Iggy Azalea
What's this world coming to? I ponder
There's no respect or honor
In driving a Honda
Or having a baby mama or medical marijuana
Cards, ain't living large they going
Straight to the farmer
I'm staying on point like an archer
Just flash back to mama and the
Shit that she taught ya
Out in the dark shaking hands in the street
I'm drifting
Drifting away from my family towards my foes
My mother told me, "You'll reap what you sow
What you most want is bad for you, you know'"