Singing along to an airport barfight
I know all the words by now
'Cause I'm the guy who wrote the script to the airport barfight
What a f*cking concept
Who even has the time to get into an airport barfight
The answer is me
You know I'm stupid enough to watch the airport barfight
And now I'm in airport jail
You know the sun will dry the rain but it won't fry the egg on the floor
I know there's gotta be more to this but I don't know what to ask for
My wife and kids, they hate me
'Cause I'm the reason they don't exist
It's all within my hands
So I'll just make a tight fist
And I hate my friends
They hate me too
And I don't deserve love
But then again neither do you
And I'm a huge piece of shit
The international asshole
You're too old for hip-hop
But not old enough for jazz
You know the sun will dry the rain but it won't fry the egg on the floor
I know there's gotta be more to this but I don't know what to ask for
My wife and kids, they hate me
'Cause I'm the reason they don't exist
It's all within my hands
So I'll just make a tight fist