"I Hate Everything" lyrics
Khary & Abhi The Nomad Lyrics
I hate everything
My room ain't my clean
My grass ain't green, I
Hate washing dishes
I hate when I miss shit
Not looking for friendship
Stay out my business
I hate everything
My room ain't my clean
My grass ain't green, I
Hate washing dishes
I hate when I miss shit
Not looking for friendship
Stay out my business
Sometimes I really want to be alone
And find a couch to put my feet up on
So many trolls, but you engage with a hater
They gone look at you like you "he was wrong"
Some of you nerds really deserve to get beat up on
Don't act like it's funny and all laughs
On the internet where every opinion's in all caps
What happens when he snaps?
What happens when he puts on that hoodie and all black?
What's happens is you'll act like it's goodie and then retract
Yo statement, yo fake shit
Like "that's a good song it's playlist"
Nigga shut the fuck up
I'm sick of people
I think I've had enough
I got my bags and I'm packing them up
Wait, what's your opinion on the global economy?
Nigga you ought to be getting off of my nuts
Y'all just argue for arguing
And I don't give a fuck
Who just shot a DM
Who put shots in their butt
I could be in south beach fucking up the club
I'm hoping that this downbeat get me off the rut
Putting my soul into something I can love
I guess I gone be rolling with every kick and punch guess what
I hate everything
My room ain't my clean
My grass ain't green, I
Hate washing dishes
I hate when I miss shit
Not looking for friendship
Stay out my business
I hate everything
My room ain't my clean
My grass ain't green, I
Hate washing dishes
I hate when I miss shit
Not looking for friendship
Stay out my business
I don't want to deal with this shit
Stare at the ceiling a bit
Fucking depressing
I'm not in the present
Telling the therapist I need it to quit
How can we manage emotions?
Feel good to put on a show
But they cannot spell the name right on the poster
I got handle my motion, dawg
Fucking embarrassing low-key
You woulda thought I was in pro-leagues
That I got a-listers on my shit and they sending emojis
That is not even remotely close
I got a long way to go
In between reading them telling me I fell off
I gotta fold my clothes
Around the house on my hands and knees I scrub
I'm a scrub
I could be in south beach fuckin up the club
What, what, what?
I could be in south beach fucking up the club
I'm hoping that this downbeat get me off the rut
Putting my soul into something I can love
I guess I gone be rolling with every kick and punch guess what
I hate everything
My room ain't my clean
My grass ain't green, I
Hate washing dishes
I hate when I miss shit
Not looking for friendship
Stay out my business
I hate everything
My room ain't my clean
My grass ain't green, I
Hate washing dishes
I hate when I miss shit
Not looking for friendship
Stay out my business
My room ain't my clean
My grass ain't green, I
Hate washing dishes
I hate when I miss shit
Not looking for friendship
Stay out my business
I hate everything
My room ain't my clean
My grass ain't green, I
Hate washing dishes
I hate when I miss shit
Not looking for friendship
Stay out my business
Sometimes I really want to be alone
And find a couch to put my feet up on
So many trolls, but you engage with a hater
They gone look at you like you "he was wrong"
Some of you nerds really deserve to get beat up on
Don't act like it's funny and all laughs
On the internet where every opinion's in all caps
What happens when he snaps?
What happens when he puts on that hoodie and all black?
What's happens is you'll act like it's goodie and then retract
Yo statement, yo fake shit
Like "that's a good song it's playlist"
Nigga shut the fuck up
I'm sick of people
I think I've had enough
I got my bags and I'm packing them up
Wait, what's your opinion on the global economy?
Nigga you ought to be getting off of my nuts
Y'all just argue for arguing
And I don't give a fuck
Who just shot a DM
Who put shots in their butt
I could be in south beach fucking up the club
I'm hoping that this downbeat get me off the rut
Putting my soul into something I can love
I guess I gone be rolling with every kick and punch guess what
I hate everything
My room ain't my clean
My grass ain't green, I
Hate washing dishes
I hate when I miss shit
Not looking for friendship
Stay out my business
I hate everything
My room ain't my clean
My grass ain't green, I
Hate washing dishes
I hate when I miss shit
Not looking for friendship
Stay out my business
I don't want to deal with this shit
Stare at the ceiling a bit
Fucking depressing
I'm not in the present
Telling the therapist I need it to quit
How can we manage emotions?
Feel good to put on a show
But they cannot spell the name right on the poster
I got handle my motion, dawg
Fucking embarrassing low-key
You woulda thought I was in pro-leagues
That I got a-listers on my shit and they sending emojis
That is not even remotely close
I got a long way to go
In between reading them telling me I fell off
I gotta fold my clothes
Around the house on my hands and knees I scrub
I'm a scrub
I could be in south beach fuckin up the club
What, what, what?
I could be in south beach fucking up the club
I'm hoping that this downbeat get me off the rut
Putting my soul into something I can love
I guess I gone be rolling with every kick and punch guess what
I hate everything
My room ain't my clean
My grass ain't green, I
Hate washing dishes
I hate when I miss shit
Not looking for friendship
Stay out my business
I hate everything
My room ain't my clean
My grass ain't green, I
Hate washing dishes
I hate when I miss shit
Not looking for friendship
Stay out my business
