Joyside Nothing To Do
Wake up at noon, The same stinky sunshine
Walking, Sitting, Staring and walking again
I'm lying in my bed, Thinking about my future
I got no ideas, I'm phuced up again
I don't know why, I don't wanna know why
Life's such a bitch that never makes me excited
Nothing is new, Nothing is good
What can i change, No surprise at all
Sweet sweet sunday
Sweet sweet sunday
I got nothing to do
I got nothing to do
I got nothing to do
I got nothing to do
Bottle in my hand, Only air in my head
I feel so lucky lonely, but maybe it's good
I've got my bad luck, I've got my boring fate
Why do i still have so phucing many tomorrows
I got nothing to do
I got nothing to do
I got nothing to do
I got nothing to do
Baby life's so boring (Boring)
Bottle in my hand, Only air in my head
I feel so lucky lonely, but maybe it's good
I got nothing to do
I got nothing to do
I got nothing to do
I got nothing to do
