I Hate Everything

[Intro: Khary & Abhi the Nomad]

I f— I fuckin' hate you

I hate you too, Khary (Hahaha)

[?]

I hate everything, my room ain't clean

[Chorus: Khary]

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 outta 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 outta my business

[Verse 1: Khary]

I swear, sometimes, I really want to be alone

And find a couch to put my feet up on, so many trolls

But you engage wit' a hater, they gon' 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 your statements, your fake shit

Like, "That's a good song, it's on my playlist!" Nigga, shut the fuck up

I'm sick of people, think I've had enough

I got my bags and I'm packin' up

Wait, what's your opinion on the global economy?

Nigga, you ought to be gettin' off of my nuts

Y'all just argue for arguin' and I don't give a fuck

Who just shot a DM, who put shots in their butt

[Pre-Chorus: Abhi the Nomad]

I could be in South Beach, fuckin' up the club

I'm hopin' that this downbeat get me off the rut

I'm puttin' my soul into something I can love

I guess I'm gon' be rollin' with every kick and punch, what?

[Chorus: Khary]

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 outta 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 outta my business

[Verse 2: Abhi the Nomad]

I don't want to deal with this shit

Stare at the ceiling a bit

Fucking depressing, I'm not in the present

I'm telling the therapist 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 would have thought I was in pro-leagues

That I got A-listers on my shit

They send me emojis

That is not even remotely close

I got a long way to go

In between readin' them tellin' me I fell off

I gotta fold my clothes

[Bridge: Abhi the Nomad]

Around the house, on my hands and knees, I scrub

I'ma scrub, bwomp, bwomp, bwomp

I could be in South Beach, fuckin' up the club (Club)

What, what, what? (What?)

[Pre-Chorus: Abhi the Nomad]

I could be in South Beach, fuckin' up the club

I'm hopin' that this downbeat get me off the rut

I'm puttin' my soul into something I can love

I guess I'm gon' be rollin' with every kick and punch, what?

[Chorus: Khary]

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 outta 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 outta my business