Living Punk Rock

Lyrics

[Intro] Welcome to my small town Where I'm known all 'round Missed me with that ball gown? Shit that you trippin' fall down I got a jean jacket, and I'm a mean addict To do routine, bashin', followin' my dream habit [Verse 1] (First off) Fuck you And my rats are fan too, I may not be tan too But I see the bullshit you pretend to Defend you to end you, and your career opens Can't got nothing to fear, 'cause I take shots, you drink beer Shit, breakin' fools like Kit Kats, I sit back and spit rag Shit so whack that it hurts just like a beat smack (Oh) If I'm white trash, then y'all the recycled versions of viral See you bite, rap, mess with me, go fight back Labels tellin' me that I won't this time 'Cause I don't capitalize on looks and rumpy stupid ass lines (Shit) Start off from the bottom like a spider bite your feet (Goddamn) I might just start a song and rap with a single drum beat Everybody try to be different, but none of them distant (Ayy) Chippin' nonsense, dancing, dissing, all these fixin' on the business Keepin' it old school, no rules to follow (Ayy) Yeah, bitch, I told you, "Fuck you" is my motto, ah [Chorus] I'm livin' punk rock, fuck what's hot My shit can't be fucked I'm livin' punk rock, fuck what's hot Sit back and watch [Verse 2] Born and raised a punk, I'll say whatever I want Y'all hate me in the front, try to assume, and then you run Put me in your magazine, I'll piss on bubbly masterpieces Shit on all you tatted creeps, best bet nobody's passing me Not with Gucci, Supreme, Versace, fuck that mean? Not with stupid little schemes, mommy pays the dreams Goin' out 24/7, get shot, my words are provided, my cap goin' up But your husband in the back, tryna act like you bad But it's sad 'cause you mad, I better pass it I've passed him, but I never pass math, look All of y'all are faker than some janitors, politically correct Shaken, afraid to ever tell a bitch, "Fuck that" When I open my mouth, there's no comin' back Like a runnin' back, I fumble to the last half Watch yo' Snapchat, Tinder says I'm 20 Bitch is sweeter than some honey, but check me (Haha), I got no money Daddy's money might've bought you a car, but I'll still smoke your ass like a cigar, uh [Chorus] I'm livin' punk rock, fuck what's hot My shit can't be fucked I'm livin' punk rock, fuck what's hot My shit can't be stopped I'm livin' punk rock, fuck what's hot My shit can't be bought I'm livin' punk rock, fuck what's hot Sit back and watch [Interlude] Always be [?] in a trend of shit 'Cause I know that I'm better, bitch First step, don't claimed that you're famous Sanitize your brain and vandalize [?] [?], there are words, but no faces For a rat there's no vacations Find an essence in a mark and I'm gon' take it A kiss, then you got your ass naked [Instrumental Break] (Ah) [Chorus] I'm livin' punk rock, fuck what's hot My shit can't be fucked I'm livin' punk rock, fuck what's hot My shit can't be stopped I'm livin' punk rock, fuck what's hot My shit can't be bought I'm livin' punk rock, fuck what's hot Sit back and watch [Outro] I'm livin' punk rock, fuck what's hot I'm livin' punk rock, fuck what's hot I'm livin' punk rock, fuck what's hot I'm livin' punk rock, fuck what's hot Sit back and watch