How many times do I gotta write
About how sad and lonely I am
We get it
Your life, has no bite
Supposed to be the time of my life
That's a scam
'Cause I can't go one day
Without feeling like my life is in disarray
Life this, life that, wish I was dead
Splat
One year until graduation, one semester
What the f*ck have I done
In this three year duration
And what the f*ck am I gonna do
When I'm finally, finally cut loose
I'm probably, not probably
Definitely gonna get worse
Oh shit, f*ck around, got xannies
In my purse
Outta weed, outta luck, I'm out here
Just tryna' f*ck
Download tinder, just to delete
Damn, my life
Really got no meaning
Yeet