What the fuck? Fuck. X6

I’m gonna hit something
Fuck I’ve got nothing in my pockets
I’ve got a migraine, can’t find my Excedrin
this day will be awful

Wake up in the morning like “fuck this I need some more sleep”
Plus I forgot to do all my homework for the whole week
fog on my window is so damn icy
Neighbors arguing “Shut the fuck up-bite me!

Rolling in hella deep, headed to the library
Dressed in all black except my tennis shoes, those are green
Other kids judging me, crush cringing next to me
Prolly shoulda caught the bus instead of going back to sleep
(Shit)

But shit, I needed thirty-five cents
Copping it, watching them, 'bout to go and get to panicking and,
Fuckin’ up these New Balances someone else has been walkin’ in
Bumy and grungy, fuck it man

I am starving and suffering and spending my money so I’m hella angry
That’s a bargain, trick,
Imma take your grandpa's style
Imma take your grandpa's style, no for real, tell your grandma
I’m tired of her hand-me-downs

Pleather tracksuit and some house slippers
Faded black sweater vest that I found (Dig it!)
My neighbor is a creeper, my teacher is a creeper
I’m failing all my classes, so now I need a tutor

Hello, hello, my ace, mi amigo
Hammer ain’t got nothing on my broke game, hell no
I could pawn a necklace, make some money buy shit
But sneaker heads would be like “Bitch, you went to Payless”

I’m gonna pop some tags
My parents told me it would all get better
damn they were lying, now I feel like crying
This is fucking awful

I’m gonna pop some tags
Only got twenty dollars in my pocket
I-I-I'm tired, looking for the bright side
but this is impossible

What you know about rockin’ dandruff on your noggin?
What you knowing about having that acne -- bad skin?
I’m digging, I’m digging, and I’m being brutally honest
One man’s trash, that’s another man’s closet

Thank your great aunt for donating that polka dotted tweed skort
‘Cause right now, I’m up in her swearing
I’m at the Wal-Mart, you can find me in the Uptons
I’m not I'm not stuck on searching in this section, bitching

Your grandma, your aunty, your momma, your mammy
I’ll take those cotton pumpkin jammies, secondhand and wear those muthafuckas
The fucked up jacket with the holes in that muthafucka
I hit the classroom and they starin’ in that muthafucka

They be like “Ugh that's Goodwill, that’s hella cheap!”
I’m like “It’s only ten dollars for some blue jeans”
unsanitary condition, let’s do some simple addition
3.99 for a t-shirt, that’s just generic and tastless
I call that being frugal and cheap shit

I call that getting trolled by business, quality cost hella though
And having the same clothes as six other people in this school is unoriginal
Peep this, come take a look through my telescope
Trying to get dates with these clothes
I know I hella won’t, I know I hella won’t.

Dollar Tree... popping tags... yeah!

I’m gonna punch someone
Only got 20 dollars in my bank account
I-I-I'm hunting, looking for a come up
This is fucking awful

I wear your dead aunt’s clothes
I look horrible
I’m in this ugly coat
From that K-Mart down the road
I’ll wear my cousin’s clothes
I look terrible
I’m in these big ass clothes
From that Target down the road

I’m gonna pop some tags
Only got twenty dollars in my pocket
I-I-I'm hunting, looking for a come up
This is fucking awesome

Is that your grandma's bra?