Again

(Life's hard but it's not sum to stress about, you'll look back on it and be like why was I Ever stressing over that bitch, or like why was I ever stressing on that like one thing you Know?) I'm Losing Touch I guess fine Isn't much Your pretty white lies In my mind I'll f*ck it up tonight Like Once or twice You told me that you're down But are you honest I told you stay around You didn't promise I'll f*ck it up again And again And again I'll f*ck it up again And again And again (I, I, I) (Ooh) (Oh oh) (I, I, I) (Ooh) (Oh oh) (But I'll forget) Life's full of tragedy (uh) Life's full of bad bitches (uh) I get distracted with them (uh) And I get atattched to them (uh) She find out that I make these songs She just wanna ride all night long She'll be gone in a couple of months I know I know Fucked up way of living But Imma be a rockstar know how I'm feeling I'll be dancing on a cop car feel like I'm JXDN Uh uhh (Uh uhh) I'll f*ck it up again And again And again I'll f*ck it up again And again And again