Not Anymore

Lookin Down the Highway Staring at the bay and chewing on Frito Lay I'm failing I'm failing I wish I was sailing Get away from me Whenever you talk, it's telling me where to aim at I swear sometimes I want to hit you with a bat Screw you, I already know I'm fat Screw life, it's a waste of time, Fo all y'all depressed, it's the right time This isn't supposed to be a good rhyme Don't feel bad at me, look at you You smell like poo, all you do is scare and say boo Get away from me, you know I'm not skeet