Bad for Me - Apathy

Out in the dark shaking hands in the street, I’m drifting

Drifting away from my family towards my foes

My mother told me, «You'll reap what you sow

What you most want is bad for you, you know'»

The summer’s dead and the winter just woke up

Gotta quit drinkin' I’m sick of the smell of throw up

No fucks are given, I’m livin' where people roll up

Weed like it’s a competition where someone can blow up

Made with precision like laser guided robotic arms

Till they spotted moms, but fuck it only a false alarm

Phew

This used to be a teenage wasteland

With broken turntables and hundreds of empty spray cans

Bitches everywhere, son I swear to God

If you ain’t gettin' head at least it’s a hand job

Motherfucker get a job or should I jog your memory

Bitches with dumb bums date your worst enemy

It’s like they’re allergic to failure

Even average hoes try to dress like Iggy Azalea

What’s this world coming to?

I ponder

There’s no respect or honor in driving a Honda

Or having a baby mama or medical marijuana

Cards, ain’t living large they going straight to the farmer

I’m staying on point like an archer

Just flash back to mama and the shit that she taught ya