Deluxe - Fuck Life lyrics
[Deluxe - Fuck Life lyrics]
…I miss the magic, mister mister magic
…I miss the magic, mister mister magic
Let’s shoot the elephant in the room
Spit a load of phlegm on your tomb
Skanking and midi strings
It makes me wanna shoot to kill
Is it really that soon? I thought
We had a couple more moons
Before going at it again
It makes me wanna shoot to kill
Fuck Life every time I hear your songs
I wanna pluck eyes
Bleeding from my ears and dead inside
Fuck Life it ain’t my birthday but
It’s my birthday tonight
Lighters in your pockets quit
Smoking the pipe
He’s pulling up again it makes
Me wanna slice his face
Spike his platе with poodle bacon
And piss on his spliff
Sorry if your dog is hanging
By his collar now
I guess that's just what… life is all about
Kill timе with anything
Played out shenanigans
Pretty solid look swinging from a hook
Cut down your ganja plant burn
Down your camper van
Fuck Life every time I hear your songs
I wanna pluck eyes
Bleeding from my ears and dead inside
Fuck Life it ain’t my birthday but
It’s my birthday tonight
Lighters in your pockets quit
Smoking the pipe
Alive, how you keep on staying?
Alive, how you keep on staying?
Man fuck life, where the hell we at?
Shit got me yelling "thug life!"
With a belly tat
Middle finger raised on sight
Can’t tell me jack
Sitting on the roof getting
Blazed tipping Henny back
Shit ain’t relaxing where the honey’s at
Shit is getting taxing where the money at
Living day to day all rain
Where the sun be at?
Was living day to day in LA
Where the sun be at
Fuck I’m really lost here
Caught in the cross hairs
Paris got a cost plus a frost to belong here
Tried to walk the walk but I
Guess I bought the wrong pair
Staring at my shoes fuck you man I don’t care
Talking bout fashion I ain’t got
No love for that
Fuck being hip if it ain’t got a gun attached
Man I’m making music you ain’t
Making none of that
You ain’t gonna do shit you
Ain’t saying nothing back
…I miss the magic, mister mister magic
Let’s shoot the elephant in the room
Spit a load of phlegm on your tomb
Skanking and midi strings
It makes me wanna shoot to kill
Is it really that soon? I thought
We had a couple more moons
Before going at it again
It makes me wanna shoot to kill
Fuck Life every time I hear your songs
I wanna pluck eyes
Bleeding from my ears and dead inside
Fuck Life it ain’t my birthday but
It’s my birthday tonight
Lighters in your pockets quit
Smoking the pipe
He’s pulling up again it makes
Me wanna slice his face
Spike his platе with poodle bacon
And piss on his spliff
Sorry if your dog is hanging
By his collar now
I guess that's just what… life is all about
Kill timе with anything
Played out shenanigans
Pretty solid look swinging from a hook
Cut down your ganja plant burn
Down your camper van
Fuck Life every time I hear your songs
I wanna pluck eyes
Bleeding from my ears and dead inside
Fuck Life it ain’t my birthday but
It’s my birthday tonight
Lighters in your pockets quit
Smoking the pipe
Alive, how you keep on staying?
Alive, how you keep on staying?
Man fuck life, where the hell we at?
Shit got me yelling "thug life!"
With a belly tat
Middle finger raised on sight
Can’t tell me jack
Sitting on the roof getting
Blazed tipping Henny back
Shit ain’t relaxing where the honey’s at
Shit is getting taxing where the money at
Living day to day all rain
Where the sun be at?
Was living day to day in LA
Where the sun be at
Fuck I’m really lost here
Caught in the cross hairs
Paris got a cost plus a frost to belong here
Tried to walk the walk but I
Guess I bought the wrong pair
Staring at my shoes fuck you man I don’t care
Talking bout fashion I ain’t got
No love for that
Fuck being hip if it ain’t got a gun attached
Man I’m making music you ain’t
Making none of that
You ain’t gonna do shit you
Ain’t saying nothing back