Sunday Feb 19th 2017 lyrics

Hey, uh, it's... the forty dollars [?] from my first grant from the city I earned. [?] I get [?] fifty shooters in your f*cking [?] I can't keep supporting you through everything, and through all of that bullsh*t, then not have a good job, I can't, can't, can't, I can't do it. Sorry. Please, don't call me