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How am I doing? Not so good, man It's not my fault I drink Mountain Dew after Mountain Dew then drink a Pepsi I haven't exercised since 2003 I had Burger King for breakfast, then KFC And I'm fat now Thanks Obama I'm sure you've dealt with some similar things I cashed my check Friday, I'm bimpin' again I bought weed, beer and some video games And I'm broke by Saturday, thanks Obama I'm at the bar spending all of my cash Getting wasted like a burger in the trash Hopped in my car all drunk and then crashed I don't have State Farm, thanks Obama I get distracted when I'm driving in the street I killed a pedestrian, knocked a box truck crooked These handcuffs hurt, thanks Obama (My downfall, it ain't my fault) 29 living out my momma's bank account, no comma, yelling "Thanks Obama" (My downfall, it ain't my fault) 2PM and I'm still in my pajamas, only friend is this iguana, thanks Obama Don't spend every waking hour in front of the TV or with the Xbox Man I should be a rap star, it ain't up for debate But I'm never working on music, always taking a break And I don't get why I'm not as famous as Drake I have twelve followers, thanks Obama I'm pissed like a catheter I drank every night in college and I never got my bachelors So now I'm thirty flipping spatulas and smoking bowls up in the back of Acuras with Ted Thanks Obama I'm always doing what I got to do Like last week, when I banged a prostitute With no condom, now I'm in the hospital The doctor says it's gonorrhea Thanks Obama I didn't take the trash out last week My house smells like a homeless man's ass cheeks I was busy smoking crack out of this glass piece While my kids cried Thanks Obama (My downfall, it ain't my fault) 29 living out my momma's bank account, no comma, yelling "Thanks Obama" (My downfall, it ain't my fault) 6PM and I'm still in my pajamas, hanging out with this iguana, thanks Obama I have something important to discuss with you (Thanks for nothing's more like it) Responsibility It can't be my fault I made my life suck so much Tweeted something racist and lost my job cause someone showed my boss Thanks Barack Now I'm homeless, selling handjobs for five bucks You know the reason for all of my drama, it starts with an 'O' and it ends with a 'Bama' (My downfall, it ain't my fault) 29 living out my momma's bank account, no comma, yelling "Thanks Obama" (My downfall, it ain't my fault) 10PM, having sex with my iguana, got caught with my mama, thanks Obama Whenever I'd complain, my mother would just give me one of those looks and she'd say, "This is no picnic for me either, buster" (Pshh, yeah right) This is no picnic for me either, buster (Thanks Obama) What was the other dude's name? Who um, uh, the Mormon dude Shoulda voted for the fucking Mormon dude, dude, he totally would have let you have sex with the iguana
Writer(s): Brady Watt, Ryan James Peters, Nicholas John Piantedosi Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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