[Chorus]

Stuck on the couch with a cig and a sig other, sick love

Best friend in the same sitch, it’s a glitch

Next year, could be same, could be diff, could be death

Ah, fuck that life, can I live?

Sell the whole cart, all the garb, keep your insides sharp

If you think this shit is a blip

Move from the door, cut the feed, go and fuck like fleas

On some M. Night Shyamalan shit

[Verse 1]

Could it be covid every Xmas til mum dies?

Never lose step as you twist, bluff, dress down

Miss showing up at the Fringe with a fringe as you

Do you, all tiptoe, tongue-tied

Drеaming of star life, causing a funk

You belong therе, not here at the brunch?

Oh, you’re lost? serious? You just play FIFA

Oh this shit’s wearisome? I just want sleep

On my lonesome

Better yet, silence is wholesome

Chat too much, you’ll leave me comatosing

Trends infiltrating my memories like specks

Might leave me spinning like Leo done the totem

Chiroprac making that money fixing neck

If everyone’s seeing a therapist, who’s broken?

Think you can keep the universe in check?

Come, get destiny’s mess

[Chorus]

Stuck on the couch with a cig and a sig other, sick love

Best friend in the same sitch, it’s a glitch

Next year, could be same, could be diff, could be death

Ah, fuck that life, can I live?

Sell the whole cart, all the garb, keep your insides sharp

If you think this shit is a blip

Move from the door, cut the feed, go and fuck like fleas

On some M. Night Shyamalan shit

[Verse 2]

Shut up, pass back all of the feels

I want the shops back, I miss the deals

I want go snap snap, get me a feast

I want go Bali, I want the beach

Go to the pub, piss, fuck up the seats

Hug all my family, hug all my fiends

Gut all your asterisks, no one is special

Fuck your own life up, that was the deal

[Outro]

Fuck your own life up, that was the deal

Fuck your own life up, that was the deal

That was the deal, that was the deal

Fuck your own life up, that was the deal