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Sangtekst: Nobodys. Fed Up.

Fed up
Fed up
Fed up

Bitch all day about the taxes that you pay.
Won't do no good.
Whine all the time about the crime in your neighborhood.
I hate my job and i wanna quit, but i need the money.
Life ain't a joke to me because mine ain't fun. No!

Fed up
Fed up
Fed up
Fed up


Try to live like a king on a measly salary, but i can't do it.
I had a chance to be somebody but i blew it.
Don't pay rent, i live at home. I'm 22.
I Ain't gotta girlfriend, i'm getting fat.
I'm ugly too.