HARD TIMES

(Bluey, why'd you do it to 'em?)
Yeah
Look

I don't wear Chanel shoes
I don't wear Balenciaga's
I don't eat no health foods, grew up eating at McDonald's
Went and got my bag up
Now we eating Benihana's
I am not no actor, but I act up if I gotta, yeah
Kill for my bros, I would die for my bitch
Had a fork in the road, but my side never switched
I'ma stay down 'til I'm laid down, fucking six feet
Tell them fuckboys that be hating they can miss me, yeah
Yeah, they can miss me
Tell them fuckboys that be hating they can miss me, yeah
Yeah, they can miss me
Tell them fuckboys that be hating, "Fuck y'all"
I don't care what they say no more
I'm here 'til they make me go
It's clear that I'm capable (whoa)
Of doing what I have to do
And moving how I have to move
I'm cleaning up my attitude
'Cause it's not the end
even though sometimes it really feels like it
None of my friends even know how in the dark my life is
I just pretend that I'm whole and half of me is still dying
And none of my friends even know
Shit, someone hit the light switch
I cannot live like this
You cannot buy happiness, no matter what the price is
Laying in the California King Size bed feeling lifeless
Holding my Rollie as the time ticks
Really makes you appreciate the small things
It makes me wish that you could grab the phone and call me
I'm grieving losses from my past that still haunt me
'Cause all the money in the world can't bring you back, I'm so sorry
I wanna go back to believing in the stories that my parents always told me
Where the ending's always alright
I feel better going into things knowing that you're always gonna hold me
Even if we have some hard times

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Even if we have some hard times
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Lord knows we've had some hard times
Lord knows we've had some hard times
Lord knows we've had some hard times