Another year, another disappointment.
What am I to celebrate?
365 days of fuckin' up, yeah.
Being just a waste of space.
Well I like girls who like me too and never make a fuckin' move
cause the word suave don't mean shit to me.
Vomit from a heaping bowl of rancid chicken noodle soup
or just lay down and go to sleep.
Another day, so what's your fuckin' hurry?
Why will I get slagged today?
My spiky hair, my boring clothes,
the undeniably pathetic fact that me and you are one in the same.
When my Old Spice deodorant don't last till 3 o clock
I get all smelly and no one wants to come near.
But I don't give an ass, because tonight I'll get it right.
That's right, I'll ask her out. Fuck all my fears.
Get some bitches, get some hoes. Whoa-oh!