My great grandpa was a war veteran No plane, fighter, rain, bomber even swore at him Even working with cement Building the same buildings he'd later be protecting he was still respected In fact, he ran for mayor of worthing A politician with a past in the working class was so appealin' For the people with the same experience in Britain It's a shame the game was never played by people like us He gave his life for his children's families So, Jesus Christ, can you make your bed at least? My grandpa died for me to write this You don't like, I don't like it either I'm trying, trying, trying, trying
Bitch, I'm a fucking disappointment Disappointment Disappointment Disappointment Bitch, I'm a fucking disappointment Disappointment Disappointment Disappointment
I go to school but all I do is write my name down I hardly study, costs me money not to space out I'm always worried I'll be broke before I move I'd do commissions if I had a PayPal account I'd make a business if I wasn't so afraid now I'd like to do crowdfunding to get paid now I'd like to live off of these games But ain't nobody know my name now
Look All I do is write these songs for you to rap along I'm always trying to get better and better for you to get up and set up yourself Forget about him or her or anyone else who makes your life hell I fell a thousand times before this So I know it, trust me when I tell you Something's you don't notice about yourself and your well-being Time is fleeting and I just want to help But I know that I'll only do it when I start loving myself
I'm so disappointing, a-ha, I'm so disappointing a-ha I'm so disappointing, a-ha, I'm so disappointing a-ha I'm so disappointing, a-ha, I'm so disappointing a-ha