U.G.L.Y.

Cause I don't want no drama And ain't had no trauma that can't be beat So can I just be happy Don't see no reason why that can't be Oh I wonder if they even hear You bitch when it's been a couple years And you're still Uber'ing home For New Year's Eve alone You learn what kind of friends are true Who'll give you an hour or two Or a hug or three Play shrink for free Oh, 'cause they can see You ain't having luck with therapy Dice Clay's as old as my pop By now you'd think he'd stop Greasing his hair But that's how he sold out Madison Square The man found his schtick It made his life its bitch Who is he without the leather vest Who am I if I don't sing regret Who am I if I don't endear Myself to my peers If I have to cop to the fact That I'm the one slamming snacks And I'm sick again 'cause I'm sad Or am I sad 'cause I'm sick? I've had All the meat there was on that bone But I'm still chomping alone Oh, shit gets UGLY When you ain't got no alibi I I. I, I I I When you ain't got no alibi I I. I, I I I. I I. I, I I I When you ain't got no alibi I I. I, I I Oh, shit gets UGLY When you ain't got no alibi And I don't want no drama Ain't had no trauma that can't be beat So can I just be happy Don't see no reason why that can't be He wasn't the Dice Man yesterday Or the day before, I'm afraid We've both had some time To realize that shades blind When I'm fifty-eight Will I be sitting straight Taking hits in a slouch As if these things get fixed from the couch Oh, shit gets UGLY When you ain't got no alibi I I. I, I I I When you ain't got no alibi I I. I, I I I. I I. I, I I I When you ain't got no alibi I I. I, I I Oh, shit gets UGLY When you ain't got no alibi