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spose, lyle & phil divinsky - thanks obama lyrics

how am i doing? not so good, man.
it’s not my fault.
i drink mountain dew after mountain dew then drink a pepsi.
i haven’t exercised since 2003.
i had burger king for breakfast, then kfc. and i’m fat now.
thanks obama.
i’m sure you’ve dealt with some similar things.
i cashed my check friday, i’m bimpin again.
i bought weed, beer and some video games
and i’m broke by sat-rday
thanks obama.
i’m at the bar spending all of my cash.
getting wasted like a burger in the trash
hopped in my car all drunk and then crashed.
(i don’t have state farm) thanks obama.
i get distracted when i’m driving in the street.
i killed a pedestrian, knocked a box truck crooked.
these handcuffs hurt, thanks obama.
(my downfall – it ain’t my fault)
29 still living at my mamas, bank account no comma yelling thanks obama.
(my downfall – it ain’t my fault)
2pm and i’m still in my pajamas, only friend is this iguana.
thanks obama.
(don’t spend every waking hour in front of the tv or the xbox)
man i should be a rap star, it ain’t up for debate
but i’m never working on music, always taking a break, and i don’t get why i’m not famous as drake.
i have 12 followers. thanks obama.
i’m p-ssed like a catheter.
i drank every night at college and i never got my bachelor’s so now i’m flipping spatulas and smoking bowls up in the back of acuras with ted.
thanks obama.
i’m always doing what i got to do, like last week
when i banged a prost-tute with no condom
now i’m in the hospital, the doctor says it’s gonnorhea
thanks obama.
i didn’t take the trash out last week, my house smells like a homeless mans -sscheeks
i was busy smoking crack out of this gl-ss piece
while my kids cried.
thanks obama.
(my downfall – it ain’t my fault)
29 still living at my mama’s, bank account no comma, yelling thanks obama.
(my downfall – it ain’t my fault)
6pm and i’m still in my pajamas, hanging out with this iguana.
thanks obama.
(i have something important to discuss with you… responsibility.)
it can’t be my fault i made my life suck so much.
tweeted something racist and i lost my job because someone showed my boss.
thanks, barack.
now i’m homeless, selling handjobs for five bucks.
you know the reason for all of my drama, it starts with an o, and it ends with a bama. (you know me!)
(my downfall -(what)- it ain’t my fault)
29 still living at my mama’s, bank account no comma yelling thanks obama. (i’m telling you)
(my downfall – it ain’t my fault)
10pm having s-x with my iguana got caught by my mama. thanks obama.
(this is no picnic for me either, buster.)

- spose lyle phil divinsky lyrics

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