Always beggin' for change I don't like how I gotta work And they just sit around and get paid Who can't drive their cars You better get out of the way before I start fallin' apart I hate how my wife, is always up my ass She always wants to buy brand new things, but I don't have the cash
I hate everyone to the beat we're in
How come I never get laid How could she have a headache, there's always some kind of excuse
I don't get paid nearly enough, to put up with all of your shit
I hate everyone to the beat we're in
I hate that I can't tell, when a girls on a rage I tell her she's a nice piece of ass then her daddy punches me in the face So if you're just like me This is what you gotta do Put your middle fingers out through the air, come on and show em again
I hate everyone to the beat we're in
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