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I eat a lot of junk and smoke two packs a day
It doesn’t keep me healthy, who needs life anyway?
Always kick the dirt and I wake up in the mud
All my friends know I take bruises for the best cut
Sip this, smoke that
Shoot, miss (Bla, bla)
I don’t wanna
Wake up (Bla, bla)
Sip this, smoke that
Shoot, miss (Bla, bla)
I don’t wanna
Wake up
I go hard 'till 9 a.m. and I get up at six
And if there’s anyone to blame then I swear I’ll blame the crucifix
Kick kicks, sugar flip, trip hits, you seem distant
But only on the weekend
Rebel, rebel, rebel, no I’ve never been a rebel
I just listen to my mixtape and tell myself I’m different
Did you get my message it said 'bruises for the what?'
Bruises for the best cut, bruises for the best cut
Sip this, smoke that
Shoot, miss (Bla, bla)
I don’t wanna
Wake up (Bla, bla)
Sip this, smoke that
Shoot, miss (Bla, bla)
I don’t wanna
Wake up
Sip this, smoke that
Shoot, miss (Bla, bla)
I don’t wanna
Wake up (Bla, bla)
Sip this, smoke that
Shoot, miss (Bla, bla)
I don’t wanna
Wake up