Blessed

Wake up every morning In your king-size bed Shake off your fuzzy head Checking your DMs Faking your phony life So you ooze success In your tiny mind there's nothing else Out you head with no doubt Not an ounce of stress White-bread, you are convinced Everyone's impressed Brain-dead, expensive stuff Makes you feel so blessed But little boy, you're self-obsessed So you think you're the one and only That the universe revolves around you You make the whole world suffer So run home to your mother So you think you're the one and only That the universe revolves around you Tell me, did I stutter Run home to your mother Eyeing all of the people Who pass you by Trying to prove that you're A real tough guy Dying to brag about All the things you buy But working hard means zip to you Keep on harassing girls Every bar you choose Creeping up to ply them with brand-name booze Feeling you look so cool in those fancy shoes but everyone can see through you So you think you're the one and only That the universe revolves around you You make the whole world suffer So run home to your mother So you think you're the one and only That the universe revolves around you Tell me, did I stutter Run home to your mother To your mother To your mother Run home