CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : All Day
I hate the world (What it do?)
I just hate it (End it)
Unstable mental, this mortal sh*t
Syringe
Told you, b*t*h, f**k the world
Mm-hm
Quit f**kin' 'round, night
Ah, ah
So far, so-so
Ah, ah
Well, I'll be damned if yet the trauma crept on me again
Just 'cause you weird don't f**king mean we automatically friends (Uh-huh)
Just cause you think you are eccentric does not mean you're in (Uh-huh)
Don't claim you weirdo, when you mainstream with the f**kin' plan (Uh-huh)
"Satan, help the poor children," No, the f**k I can't
I do not want to, do not need to, let the flame commence
Only thing for you to pay is just a soul expense
Not even that, I'll trade my trash so I could get a stack (Stack, stack)
Just a snack for us, petty appetizer (Oh, oh)
Now you have reached the limit, meet your creeping demise (Ah)
You can't look in the eyes
While we crush your supplies (The eyes)
Then leave you high and dry
Tears on faces, like, "Why?" (Why)
I'm soundin' underground, feeling like underdog (Underdog)
Forget the underrated, that's a term I've always hated
No matter what the case, I will not miss your face (Uh-huh)
This is the first of many things we shall tarnish for days, ayy
f**k 'em
[Open Verse]
I just hate it (End it)
Unstable mental, this mortal sh*t
Syringe
Told you, b*t*h, f**k the world
Mm-hm
Quit f**kin' 'round, night
Ah, ah
So far, so-so
Ah, ah
Well, I'll be damned if yet the trauma crept on me again
Just 'cause you weird don't f**king mean we automatically friends (Uh-huh)
Just cause you think you are eccentric does not mean you're in (Uh-huh)
Don't claim you weirdo, when you mainstream with the f**kin' plan (Uh-huh)
"Satan, help the poor children," No, the f**k I can't
I do not want to, do not need to, let the flame commence
Only thing for you to pay is just a soul expense
Not even that, I'll trade my trash so I could get a stack (Stack, stack)
Just a snack for us, petty appetizer (Oh, oh)
Now you have reached the limit, meet your creeping demise (Ah)
You can't look in the eyes
While we crush your supplies (The eyes)
Then leave you high and dry
Tears on faces, like, "Why?" (Why)
I'm soundin' underground, feeling like underdog (Underdog)
Forget the underrated, that's a term I've always hated
No matter what the case, I will not miss your face (Uh-huh)
This is the first of many things we shall tarnish for days, ayy
f**k 'em
[Open Verse]
