We H8 Soap Club

Just another relapse
Bunch of bottles on the floor
I think I need a recap
I don't remember much more
I been smoking out my window
Put a towel at the door
I'm always on my way back home
They don't like my music no more
They don't like my music no more
They don't like my music no more
They don't like my music no more
They don't like my music no more
Grandaddy said I need a girlfriend
Getting way too old
To write all of these songs alone and they ain't getting sold
It'd be nice to have a piece
But nobody hit my phone
Man I fucking hate college because I'm living on my own
Bitch I'm broke as fuck
Had to start selling shit to get my money up
Do it on my own because these hoes dumb as fuck
Delete and install tinder because I think I got some luck
I always end up mad because these hoes are so stuck up
What I do
I thought that you were down to earth I thought that we were cool
You think that you can use me when you need me
Like a tool
And the shit I do ain't cool
Til someone else does it
Now it's all around the-
Just another relapse
Bunch of bottles on the floor
I think I need a recap I don't remember much more
I been smoking out my window
Put a towel at the door
I'm always on my way back home
They don't like my music no more
They don't like my music no more
They don't like my music no more
They don't like my music no more
They don't like my music no more
Why these girls cross the street when they see my face
Why they leaving me on read when I tell them where I stay
Why they wanna skip my party
It's my birthday
Why they turn the other way
When I ask them what their name is
Is it that I'm fat
Does my beard look fucking stupid
Do I got an ugly laugh
I'm not the smoothest talker
And my looks are kind of bad
But ya'll hoes are out of pocket
And it's starting to make me mad