(yeah)good or bad life can be both
We are all dealt different hands
It's not what you have its how you use it
Good or bad, mad or sad
Sometimes I don't know what I am
(suicide)lets drive like where not alive
Good or bad, mad or sad
Sometimes I don't know what I am
(suicide)lets drive like where not alive
Good or bad I don't know why I'm so sad
All my family's passing me by every day
Ether way I'm eternally f**ked up
Drugs or not I'm already thug-ed up
So mess with me all you want(I don't care)
Shot after shot the shells are already in my chest
So for my funeral I'm already dressed
I must confess(this life i must protest)
(yeah)i know this ain't my best but it'll have to do
Up up and away i go(lets blow)