Good Riddance lyrics

Im no Longer Fighting My Demons
Just tryna make money
Be Happy Good Riddance
What in the f*ck Happened
To become This Snappin
Not some little Weirdo
They Speak like a hasbeen
I Stare at the celing like 24/7
I Stare at the mirror
This f*cking Depression
I Hated highschool bro
I Dont f*ck with Lessons
But when that life hit bro
Its nothing but stressin

Im no Longer Fighting My Demons
Just tryna make money
Be Happy Good Riddance
What in the f*ck Happened
To become This Snappin
Not some little Weirdo
They Speak like a has been
I Stare at the celing like 24/7
I Stare at the mirror
This f*cking Depression
I Hated highschool bro
I Dont f*ck with Lessons
But when that life hit bro
Its nothing but stressin
(Im stressed out but i got no time
Look at that b*tch god damn she fine
Look at that b*tch god damn she mine
Im stressed out but i got no time X2
Look at that b*tch god damn she fine
Look at that b*tch god damn she mine
Im stressed out but i got no time)

Chillin with my dogs smoking on hot logs
Wonder why i keep a b*tch in my call log
Since i came up its been so hard to fall off
n*ggas be bitting the swag like some knock off's
You n*ggas give yourself chances then fall off
You n*ggas get you some money then top off
Just got the lamb then i took the top off
Sick of this basic sh*t im finna pop off

(Sick of this tragedy theses n*ggas mad at me
Im prolly go n make a milly undoubtedly
Sick of this tragedy these n*ggas mad at me
Im prolly go n make a milly undoubtedly
Ain nothhin touchin me it just all gon come to me
When i get sad i appreciate comapany
Sparked up a fat one when that b*tch was dumping me
Now i make music and all y all like luckily)
Im no Longer Fighting My Demons
Just tryna make money
Be Happy Good Riddance
What in the f*ck Happened
To become This Snappin
Not some little Weirdo
They Speak like a has been
I Stare at the celing like 24/7
I Stare at the mirror
This f*cking Depression
I Hated highschool bro
I Dont f*ck with Lessons
But when that life hit bro
Its nothing but stressin

Im no Longer Fighting My Demons
Just tryna make money
Be Happy Good Riddance
What in the f*ck Happened
To become This Snappin
Not some little Weirdo
They Speak like a has been
I Stare at the celing like 24/7
I Stare at the mirror
This f*cking Depression
I Hated highschool bro
I Dont f*ck with Lessons
But when that life hit bro
Its nothing but stressin