Rozwell Man

I’ve slacked so hard to get this far
I’m wearing out
I’m wearing out
With a bad attitude and a worthless car
I’m broken down
I’m broken down

If I had one hundred bucks
I’d buy myself one fuck to give
To you so you could fuck yourself
Don’t tell me how I’m supposed to live
I’ve slept so much to get this buff

I’m working out
I’m working out
I’ve lost my drive I’m out of touch
I’m burning out
I’m burning out

If I had one hundred bucks
I’d buy myself one fuck to give
To you so you could fuck yourself
Don’t tell me how I’m supposed to live
It’s not a race, there is no plan
No house, no kid, no car, no wife
I’m gonna make the same mistakes
Don’t tell me how to live my life
Live my life

Get in the van
I don’t have a plan
I’ll just try and try and try again
To grow into a rozwell man