[Intro]
Welcome to my small town
Where I'm known all 'round
Missed me with that ball gown?
Shit that you trapping fall down
I got a jean jacket, and I'm a mean addict
To do routine, bashing, follow in my dream habit

[Verse 1]
(First off) Fuck you
Man, my rap's for fan too, I may not be ten too
But I see the bullshit you pretend to
The [?] to end you, and your career opens
Can't got nothing to fear 'cause I take shots, you drink beer
Shit, breaking fools like Kit Kats, I sit back and spit rag
Shit so whack that it hurts just like a beat smack (Oh)
If I'm white trash, then y'all go recycle
Versions of vital, see you bite, rap, mess with me, go fight back
Labels telling me that I won't kiss time
'Cause I don't capitalize on looks and rumpy stupid ass lines (Shit)
Start off from the bottom like a spider bite your feet (Goddamn)
I might just start a song and rap with a single drum beat
Everybody try to be different, but none of them distant (Ayy)
Chippin' nonsense, dancing, dissing, all these fixin'
I'm the business, keepin' it old school, no rules to follow (Ayy)
Yeah, bitch, I told you, "Fuck you" is my motto, ah
[Chorus]
I'm livin' punk rock, fuck what's hot
My shit can't be fucked
I'm livin' punk rock, fuck what's hot
Sit back and watch

[Verse 2]
Born and raised a punk, I'll say whatever I want
Y'all hate me in the front, so I'd assume me then you run
Put me in your magazine, I'll piss on bubbly masterpieces
Shit on all you tatted creeps, best bet nobody's passing me
Not with Gucci, Supreme, Versace, fuck that mean?
Not with stupid little schemes, mommy pays the dreams
Goin' out 24/7, your child my worst robot on my cap
Goin' out with your husband and back, tryna act like you're bad
But it's sad 'cause you mad, I better pass it
I've passed him, but I never asked Matt, look
All of y'all are faker than some janitors, politically correct
Shakin' afraid to ever tell a bitch, fuck that
When I open my mouth, there's no comin' back
Like a runnin' back, I fumble to the last half
Watch a Snapchat, and it says I'm twenty
Bitch is sweeter than some honey, reject me (Haha), I got no money
Daddy's money might've bought you a car, but
I'll still smoke your ass like a cigar, uh
[Chorus]
I'm livin' punk rock, fuck what's hot
My shit can't be fucked
I'm livin' punk rock, fuck what's hot
My shit can't be stopped
I'm livin' punk rock, fuck what's hot
My shit can't be bought
I'm livin' punk rock, fuck what's hot
Sit back and watch

[Interlude]
Always be [?] in a trend of shit
First, I know that I'm better, bitch
First step, don't [?] famous
[?]
Vortex, there are words, but no voices
For a rat there's no vacations
I find an essence in a mark and I'm gon' take it
[?]

[Instrumental Bridge]
(Ah!)

[Chorus]
I'm livin' punk rock, fuck what's hot
My shit can't be fucked
I'm livin' punk rock, fuck what's hot
My shit can't be stopped
I'm livin' punk rock, fuck what's hot
My shit can't be bought
I'm livin' punk rock, fuck what's hot
Sit back and watch
[Outro]
I'm livin' punk rock, fuck what's hot
I'm livin' punk rock, fuck what's hot
I'm livin' punk rock, fuck what's hot
I'm livin' punk rock, fuck what's hot
Sit back and watch