Lyrics: Stephen Faulkner
Music: Stephen Faulkner
Guess I don't wanna come down now
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Oh yeah, feel down
Hop outta bed, let your bad day start like
Oh yeah, slow down
Stuck in your head, let your bad thoughts start like
Oh yeah, no hair
Stress so hard that you all fall apart like
Oh yeah, no fair
Try so hard, but you'll never get far like
Oh no, I can never sell my soul, no
I really rocked a solo
Not a slave to a dorm ho
Oh, I hate everything about me
Say it every song, you can't ****in' help me
Love my bros who be stayin' around me
Bought some clothes off a collected bounty
I'd kill somebody, yeah
I never trust a bitch, yeah, I never trust a ho
Trust me brotha, they will always ****in' go
I know, I know, I know, I know
Oh yeah, feel down
Hop outta bed, let your bad day start like
Oh yeah, slow down
Stuck in your head, let your bad thoughts start like
Oh yeah, no hair
Stress so hard that you all fall apart like
Oh yeah, no fair
Try so hard, but you'll never get far like
I don't wanna go down in history as the guy who was sad
I don't wanna cry, I spent so long up doin' that
Oh, I feel so hurt, I feel so screwed, and I'm so glued to you
Oh yeah, feel down
Hop outta bed, let your bad day start like
Oh yeah, slow down
Stuck in your head, let your bad thoughts start like
Oh yeah, no hair
Stress so hard that you all fall apart like
Oh yeah, no fair
Try so hard, but you'll never get far like