Give up your dreams
You know you'll never make it
You're as dull as you seem
You might as well embrace it
Oh I know just what I'd do
If I was as useless as you
I would sit down in a chair
And I'd stay there
Chill the f*ck out
Sell out your soul
To the seventh highest bidder
Ain't there comfort to know
You'll never be a winner
You can look back and be free
Knowing that's as good as it's ever gonna be
You're an old, mid size sedan
And you'll never see Japan
Chill the f*ck out
Why be someone else?
Be the worst take of yourself
Take time to be your own insulting ex-wife
Leave your bank account alone
It's never gonna grow
Maybe things will be different in the next life
Chill the f*ck out