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I thought two thousand nineteen 
Was the worst year I'd ever seen
And I was sure that in the next twelve months
The slate would be wiped clean
But I couldn't have been more off the mark
Cuz things have gotten so much worse
And I suffer to say it that it hasn't quite gone
Just as well as we rehearsed
The world is quickly goin' to hell and
It's enough to make ya sick
So far two thousand twenty
Has ended up eatin' a dick
             
A viral pandemic
Brought the world to a screechin’ halt
Now everything is cancelled and
And you cain’t even leave the house
Every dipshit on the Internet
Is givin’ medical advice
So instead of gettin’ through this the easy way
We’re gonna throw off the gloves n’ fight
This trip earth's takin' 'round the sun
Has really put me on the floor
And I just cain't seem to deal with much
Of this bullshit anymore
Two Thousand Twenty
I won't let you be the death of me
I'm just tryin' to do the best I can
And I wish you'd let me be
Two Thousand Twenty 
I don't want you to break my foolish heart
But you've kicked me around so much thus far
I don't even know where to start
 
And I know it prob'ly tastes like
Somebody pissed in your coffee cup
But that's two thousand twenty for ya
So go ahead and drink it up
            
The cops can’t seem to go a single day
Without killing a minority
So doesn’t it just make sense
they’re all out rioting in the streets?
Both ass clowns running for president
Are senile sacks o' shit
But I'll prolly end up votin' anyway
Though I'm not proud to admit
We’re hellbent on destruction
It’s a total fuckin’ mess
And I just don’t have the patience to deal
With all this added stress
Two Thousand Twenty 
I won't let you rain on my parade
If this is what a sunny day looks like
Then I'll go sit in the shade
Two Thousand Twenty 
If shit could up n' fly, you'd be a jet
You’re doin' your best to put me away
But I ain't dead just yet
 
And I know it probably feels like
You're getting hit by a pickup truck
But that's how this year's gonna be
So you might as well buckle up
 
Listen up here Mr. Calendar
To what I have to say
I promise not to wipe my ass on you  
If you could spot me one good day
Momma says things will get better
But I don't give a rip
Cuz if we don't see land here soon
I'm gonna up and jump this ship 
It’s a three ring circus shit show
And if next year is the same
You can put this song on repeat
Cuz I ain’t writin’ this shit again
 
Two Thousand Twenty 
I don't wanna see you come New Year's dawn
I’ll pump your guts full of lead
If you set foot on my lawn
Two Thousand Twenty 
I can't forgive all the damage that you've done
Cuz if I had it my way, you
Would never have begun

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