

[Chorus]
Fuck this thing called life
I tried to make it end, but here I am once again
Let's congratulate myself
See, no one gonna clap for a mediocre health
Or a medium size on my biceps, I've been in the gym
And sigh, Pinterest said I will never be like him
So many years to be mid
See people climb a cliff, while I'm crawling out a pit
[Verse 1]
Fuck this thing, they say dating now is cooked
And evidence is people that are fucking by the books
And everyone's so pretty and they're sitting in their rooms
You're also in a room, that means you're failing in your youth
Somebody asked: "What's stopping you from flying to hotels?"
My bowl of instant ramen couldn't answer this as well
The media consumed is likely pushed to some extreme
You never left your home, and there is nothing you ain't seen
[Pre-Chorus]
Fuck this thing, I been sipping on a smoothie
Seven hundred calories, why am I being stupid?
People on the internet say this is not ideal
Now, every time I drink a smoothie, this is how I feel
[Chorus]
Fuck this thing called life
I swear, one more complaint and I'll go punch someone's kid
I'm this close to crashing out, they're lying to get clout
Fill the unaware with doubt, that's a profitable crowd
[Verse 2]
Fuck things that changed to be subscribed
More money for a company, for customer—less rights
So many arts gotten stale
New movies got no balls, it's no wonder that they fail
[Pre-Chorus]
Levels of anxiety getting fed inside of me
Charismatic people having fun, I'm thinking: "Why not me?"
Is it 'cause I'm silently miserable in privacy?
Mirroring a pattern I'm afraid to be the same as
[Chorus]
Fuck this thing called life
I tried to make it end, but here I am once again
Let's congratulate myself
See, no one gonna clap for a medal on my shelf
Or a medium size on my biceps, maybe I can chill
If nobody cares, I will be the one who will
So many years gone to waste
To satisfy a crowd from a made-up fucking place
(From a made-up fucking place)
[Post-Chorus]
It all comes down to what I chase, oh-oh, oh
Sometimes it's not the time and place, oh-oh, oh-oh
I feel like shit, but I'm okay, woah-oh, oh-oh
I'll fake a color out of gray, woah-oh, oh-oh
[Outro]
Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na
Na-na-na, na-na, na-na-na, na-na, na-na
Источник: Genius