"testaments" lyrics

Bitching in the kitchen, while my life, it goes to shit
I'm, like, twenty-fucking-something, and I'm writing testaments
Because if I was to disappear, no one will give a shit
So I better hand my assets to somebody I will miss

And I write you in my will, but you won't get a fucking cent
You'll remarry when I'm gone, I'm just a fucking descendant
Always talking on my name, but you ain't saying nothing nice
Bae, I sound like OVT, I might as well pick up the mic
Oh, all alone, I don't like to talk to hoes
I'll sit in my room and ignore the messages
I won't reply, it's a fucking waste of time
Oh, I will not lie, I reply sometimes, oh

Bitching in the kitchen, while my life, it goes to shit
I'm, like, twenty-fucking-something, and I'm writing testaments
Because if I was to disappear, no one will give a shit
So I better hand my assets to somebody I will miss (Oh shit, a ghost)

And I wish we never fucking met (Oh)
And I'll rot away, tucked in my bed (Oh)
And I'll play video games until I'm dead (Oh)
And I was into you 'til I read the texts