Self Destrukt Lyrics
| Song | Self Destrukt |
| Artist | Chill Bump |
| Album | Starting From Scratch |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| I laugh at life, keep cracking my jokes. | |
| I cannot panic, cry or get mad if I'm broke, | |
| won't be sad to die from the packet I smoke, | |
| won't quit when cancers attacking my throat. | |
| Fuck Healthy diets, herbivore lies, | |
| You jerks at the gym that work on your size. | |
| I prefer to eat nothing but burgers or fries | |
| and die an early death than live a third of your lives. | |
| Fastfood fanatic, I'ma keep on eating, | |
| even when my heart or arteries are streaming. | |
| Even when there's a solid Stream of grease in | |
| my veins, making it hard to keep on breathing. | |
| I don't care, I'm young and I'm unaware. | |
| Call me childish, I'll just cover my fucking ear. | |
| Fill my cup with another beer… ‘Cause who can truly | |
| guarantee they won't be gone in a couple years? Yeah! | |
| I used to sip a few forties at new years… | |
| but now I need more than a few beers. | |
| There's always excuses, pour me a brew: Cheers! | |
| Pour me four little shooters in the morning like who cares? | |
| And I never sip sodas… | |
| I drink twenty coronas, leave no left overs. | |
| The goal is to get less and less sober, | |
| let my soul give in to the devil on my left shoulder. | |
| I drink more, feel less drunk, and that's funny. | |
| My body reacts like: I'm unimpressed dummy | |
| Yes sonny… I've got less and less money | |
| ever since the bar tender has become my best buddy. | |
| I get home late, sleep on the couch with my clothes on, | |
| I'll soon get kicked out my house by my own mom. | |
| Why use my head? I choose to beg, | |
| beg guys for food, but buy booze instead! Fuck yeah! | |
| Fill your belly with junk, spark an L or a blunt, | |
| party hard 'til your heart gets frail and it jumps. | |
| Y'all should always yell and get drunk | |
| before you end up like everybody else: body smelling of skunk. | |
| Feel that adrenaline, I'm never gonna pipe it down. | |
| Live for the present'cause your life is now. | |
| We're all destined to die somehow, | |
| so quit being scared, stare death in the eyes and smile | |
| before bugs and worms turn in your guts and squirm. | |
| I don't wanna be burried, I don't want a urn. | |
| Brother, please cremate when my bodys stuck and firm: | |
| We don't need no water, let that motherfucker burn! | |
| Don't yearn, don't cry when I'm a goner, | |
| don't remember or honor my name and petty persona. | |
| Just scatter my ashes wherever you wanna, | |
| role me up and smoke me up like I'm marijuana. One. |
| I laugh at life, keep cracking my jokes. | |
| I cannot panic, cry or get mad if I' m broke, | |
| won' t be sad to die from the packet I smoke, | |
| won' t quit when cancers attacking my throat. | |
| Fuck Healthy diets, herbivore lies, | |
| You jerks at the gym that work on your size. | |
| I prefer to eat nothing but burgers or fries | |
| and die an early death than live a third of your lives. | |
| Fastfood fanatic, I' ma keep on eating, | |
| even when my heart or arteries are streaming. | |
| Even when there' s a solid Stream of grease in | |
| my veins, making it hard to keep on breathing. | |
| I don' t care, I' m young and I' m unaware. | |
| Call me childish, I' ll just cover my fucking ear. | |
| Fill my cup with another beer ' Cause who can truly | |
| guarantee they won' t be gone in a couple years? Yeah! | |
| I used to sip a few forties at new years | |
| but now I need more than a few beers. | |
| There' s always excuses, pour me a brew: Cheers! | |
| Pour me four little shooters in the morning like who cares? | |
| And I never sip sodas | |
| I drink twenty coronas, leave no left overs. | |
| The goal is to get less and less sober, | |
| let my soul give in to the devil on my left shoulder. | |
| I drink more, feel less drunk, and that' s funny. | |
| My body reacts like: I' m unimpressed dummy | |
| Yes sonny I' ve got less and less money | |
| ever since the bar tender has become my best buddy. | |
| I get home late, sleep on the couch with my clothes on, | |
| I' ll soon get kicked out my house by my own mom. | |
| Why use my head? I choose to beg, | |
| beg guys for food, but buy booze instead! Fuck yeah! | |
| Fill your belly with junk, spark an L or a blunt, | |
| party hard ' til your heart gets frail and it jumps. | |
| Y' all should always yell and get drunk | |
| before you end up like everybody else: body smelling of skunk. | |
| Feel that adrenaline, I' m never gonna pipe it down. | |
| Live for the present' cause your life is now. | |
| We' re all destined to die somehow, | |
| so quit being scared, stare death in the eyes and smile | |
| before bugs and worms turn in your guts and squirm. | |
| I don' t wanna be burried, I don' t want a urn. | |
| Brother, please cremate when my bodys stuck and firm: | |
| We don' t need no water, let that motherfucker burn! | |
| Don' t yearn, don' t cry when I' m a goner, | |
| don' t remember or honor my name and petty persona. | |
| Just scatter my ashes wherever you wanna, | |
| role me up and smoke me up like I' m marijuana. One. |
| I laugh at life, keep cracking my jokes. | |
| I cannot panic, cry or get mad if I' m broke, | |
| won' t be sad to die from the packet I smoke, | |
| won' t quit when cancers attacking my throat. | |
| Fuck Healthy diets, herbivore lies, | |
| You jerks at the gym that work on your size. | |
| I prefer to eat nothing but burgers or fries | |
| and die an early death than live a third of your lives. | |
| Fastfood fanatic, I' ma keep on eating, | |
| even when my heart or arteries are streaming. | |
| Even when there' s a solid Stream of grease in | |
| my veins, making it hard to keep on breathing. | |
| I don' t care, I' m young and I' m unaware. | |
| Call me childish, I' ll just cover my fucking ear. | |
| Fill my cup with another beer ' Cause who can truly | |
| guarantee they won' t be gone in a couple years? Yeah! | |
| I used to sip a few forties at new years | |
| but now I need more than a few beers. | |
| There' s always excuses, pour me a brew: Cheers! | |
| Pour me four little shooters in the morning like who cares? | |
| And I never sip sodas | |
| I drink twenty coronas, leave no left overs. | |
| The goal is to get less and less sober, | |
| let my soul give in to the devil on my left shoulder. | |
| I drink more, feel less drunk, and that' s funny. | |
| My body reacts like: I' m unimpressed dummy | |
| Yes sonny I' ve got less and less money | |
| ever since the bar tender has become my best buddy. | |
| I get home late, sleep on the couch with my clothes on, | |
| I' ll soon get kicked out my house by my own mom. | |
| Why use my head? I choose to beg, | |
| beg guys for food, but buy booze instead! Fuck yeah! | |
| Fill your belly with junk, spark an L or a blunt, | |
| party hard ' til your heart gets frail and it jumps. | |
| Y' all should always yell and get drunk | |
| before you end up like everybody else: body smelling of skunk. | |
| Feel that adrenaline, I' m never gonna pipe it down. | |
| Live for the present' cause your life is now. | |
| We' re all destined to die somehow, | |
| so quit being scared, stare death in the eyes and smile | |
| before bugs and worms turn in your guts and squirm. | |
| I don' t wanna be burried, I don' t want a urn. | |
| Brother, please cremate when my bodys stuck and firm: | |
| We don' t need no water, let that motherfucker burn! | |
| Don' t yearn, don' t cry when I' m a goner, | |
| don' t remember or honor my name and petty persona. | |
| Just scatter my ashes wherever you wanna, | |
| role me up and smoke me up like I' m marijuana. One. |
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