'86 my life

Cut the shit you son of a bitch
You're probably better off sucking on you mommy's tit
What a joke you call yourself woke
Façade slowly crumbled and now I'm provoked

'Cause I've got low to no impulse control
Yeah, I've got low to no impulse control, uh-oh

Cut the shit you son of a bitch
You're probably better off sucking on mommy's tit
My looming fate makes me filled with hate
Nepotistic dumb fucks thrive in police states
Hoarded family wealth and secret liquid resource
Ill informed antidotes well disguised as discourse
Psychopathic tendencies and shining white veneers
We all know your trust comes at the end of the year
And I've got

Low to no impulse control
Yeah, I've got low to no impulse control
Yeah, I've got low to no impulse control, uh-oh, uh-oh
Yeah, I've got low to no impulse control, uh-oh

Uh, I wish you would
Can't take the heat then move out the hood
I said, uh, I wish you would
Can't take the heat move out of the hood
You gotta bad haircut and secret liquid resource
I'll informed antidotes well disguised as discourse
A minor coke addiction and a budding art career
We all know your trust comes at the end of the year

'86 my life

(One, three, one, two)
Low to no impulse control
Yeah I've got low to no impulse control, uh-oh
I've got low to no impulse control, uh-oh, uh-oh
I've got low to no impulse control, uh-oh
(I got low, I got low to no impulse control)

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Writer(s): Alli Logout, Maria Garcia, Nathan Cassiani, Ruth Mascelli