S.C.U.M

Every night in a bar till midnight Then sit by the river stare moonlight Throat full of smoke Not a wise guy Heart fully broke And mind like Eye to eye With the lil homie me Saying would you be proud With the choices I made? Kid laughs The lil mini me Says: "listen homie you ain't doing too great" I walk around museums Or spend my days locked in my bedroom Headphones on while Creep plays along Till I'm done with the pack that I was smoking Yeah I've noticed I'm quite distant Get too personal In an instant I'll either fall in love you Or your face might get fisted Yeah I'm twisted I'm a fuckin' mess I'm a fuckin' mess I'm a fuckin' mess I'm a fuckin' mess I'm a fuckin' SCUM I'm a fuckin' SCUM I'm a fuckin' SCUM I'm a fuckin' SCUM I'm a fuckin' SCUM I'm a fuckin' SCUM I'm a fuckin' SCUM I'm a fuckin' SCUM Don't like big crowds Don't like big mouths With small minds Got no big pals Not a family guy Indecisive Don't talk to me bout big plans Ain't go no crib Feelin homesick Always in the air Feelin air-sick I don't know where the f*ck's my focus And I'm really outta fucks left to give I'm a damn mess Feeling damn stressed Yet I don't really care if I die Should i feel blessed? Trynna read press See how really lucky is my life Do I want a normal life? I don't know Fast cars and mansions? I don't know Big racks and bitches? I don't know Or should I live my life like a hobo? I'm a fuckin' mess I'm a fuckin' mess I'm a fuckin' mess I'm a fuckin' mess I'm a fuckin' SCUM I'm a fuckin' SCUM I'm a fuckin' SCUM I'm a fuckin' SCUM I'm a fuckin' SCUM I'm a fuckin' SCUM I'm a fuckin' SCUM I'm a fuckin' SCUM