CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : midlife crisis
I f**king hate my wife man
Drive 'round with some bodies in my pickup truck
Frankly I'm sick of acting like I give a f**k
Pull up to my house if you wanna try your luck
Pills on me lowering the chance of me getting up
I'll be dead before they try to bust a cap in us
Frankly I'm hanging from the ceiling 'cause I've had enough
I'm just tryna make that noose tighten up
To be honest I don't even care
If she gets pregnant throw my wife down the stairs
Drink a whole lot and sell all my shares
Drive off a cliff doing 80 [mph/kph] through the air
Look in the mirror and I stop and I stare
Lately I've been losing a lot of hair
I'm just saying that you should be prepared
To find me swinging on a rope above a chair, like
Or on the floor of my lair
With a bottle of Guinness and some XANAX in my hand
'Cause I'm trying to reduce my life span
Hell no I don't need a f**king hypeman
Cause it's no longer fun to be a white man
Put a bullet in my kids and my wife
Drive 'round with some bodies in my pickup truck
Frankly I'm sick of acting like I give a f**k
Pull up to my house if you wanna try your luck
Pills on me lowering the chance of me getting up
I'll be dead before they try to bust a cap in us
Frankly I'm hanging from the ceiling 'cause I've had enough
I'm just tryna make that noose tighten up
To be honest I don't even care
If she gets pregnant throw my wife down the stairs
Drink a whole lot and sell all my shares
Drive off a cliff doing 80 [mph/kph] through the air
Look in the mirror and I stop and I stare
Lately I've been losing a lot of hair
I'm just saying that you should be prepared
To find me swinging on a rope above a chair, like
Or on the floor of my lair
With a bottle of Guinness and some XANAX in my hand
'Cause I'm trying to reduce my life span
Hell no I don't need a f**king hypeman
Cause it's no longer fun to be a white man
Put a bullet in my kids and my wife
