The mini-mansion’s always lit; just come through.
Lyrics
All my friends, all my friends
We’re way too fucked up to pretend
We give a shit about our problems
What your parents think about us?
‘Cause in the end, in the end
Still got a 40 in my hand
I ain’t need no 9 to 5
I’d rather be fucked up for life
Fucked up for life
No trust past sun we don’t care, we do what we do, yeah
We hopping fences, skinny dipping in your pool
‘Cause the days don’t start ’til the J’s lit
And I don’t see straight ’till I’m faded, no
The mini-mansion’s always lit; just come through
All my friends, all my friends
We’re way too fucked up to pretend
We give a shit about our problems
What your parents think about us?
‘Cause in the end, in the end
Still got a 40 in my hand
I ain’t need no 9 to 5
I’d rather be fucked up for life
Fucked up for life
Fucked up for life
Rocking mismatched slides
I do whatever I like
Don’t matter the place or time, no
Got lil’ mamma on the line
Couple of shorties on the side
They coming over tonight, yeah
I know it’s fucked up
But honestly I just want to be fucked up, yeah
We party till the sun up
And we ain’t stopping for nobody
All my friends, all my friends
We’re way too fucked up to pretend
We give a shit about our problems
What your parents think about us?
‘Cause in the end, in the end
Still got a 40 in my hand
I ain’t need no 9 to 5
I’d rather be fucked up for life
Fucked up for life
Fucked up for life
Fucked up for life
Fucked up for life
Fucked up for life
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