Fuck Life - Deluxe, Mr. J. Medeiros

I miss the magic, mister mister magic…

I miss the magic, mister mister magic…

Let’s shoot the elephant in the room

Spit a load of phlegm on your tomb

Skanking and midi strings, it makes me wanna shoot to kill

Is it really that soon?

I thought we had a couple more moons

Before going at it again, it makes me wanna shoot to kill

Fuck life

Every time I hear your songs I wanna pluck eyes

Bleeding from my ears and dead inside

Fuck life

It ain’t my birthday but it’s my birthday tonight

Lighters in your pockets quit smoking the pipe

He’s pulling up again it makes me wanna slice his face

Spike his plate with poodle bacon and piss on his spliff

Sorry if your dog is hanging by his collar now

I guess that’s just what… life is all about

Kill time with anything played out shenanigans

Pretty solid look swinging from a hook

Cut down your ganja plant burn down your camper van

Fuck life

Every time I hear your songs I wanna pluck eyes

Bleeding from my ears and dead inside

Fuck life

It ain’t my birthday but it’s my birthday tonight

Lighters in your pockets quit smoking the pipe

Alive, how you keep on staying?

Alive, how you keep on staying?

Man fuck life, where the hell we at?

Shit got me yelling «thug life!"with a belly tat

Middle finger raised on sight can’t tell me jack

Sitting on the roof getting blazed tipping Henny back

Shit ain’t relaxing where the honey’s at

Shit is getting taxing where the money at

Living day to day all rain where the sun be at?

Was living day to day in LA where the sun be at

Fuck I’m really lost here

Caught in the cross hairs

Paris got a cost plus a frost to belong here

Tried to walk the walk but I guess I bought the wrong pair

Staring at my shoes fuck you man I don’t care

Talking bout fashion I ain’t got no love for that

Fuck being hip if it ain’t got a gun attached

Man I’m making music you ain’t making none of that

You ain’t gonna do shit you ain’t saying nothing back