Funkiller
Giulia Vallicelli
Never should've smoked that shit
Now nothing's real and everyone is mad at me
I called my mom to ask her
If I'm a disappointment
You were when you were fifteen
Now you should forgive yourself
But how can I help myself
If I blame myself
I'm such a loser
And a sore winner
You should not cry
I'm on that Thom Yorke shit
Might go study abroad far from here
What should I do with this degree? Wipe
Your asses then leave
The working class is fascist now
I fill my mouth with words I can't pronounce
But make me feel accultured
I'm such a loser
And a fun killer
You should not cry
I was joking, nevermind
It gets me like this sometimes
I was joking, nevermind
It gets me like this sometimes
I hope I'm fun to be around, sometimes
