My great grandpa was a war veteran
No plane, fighter, rain, bomber even swore at him
Even working with cement
Building the same buildings he'd later be protecting
he was still respected
In fact, he ran for mayor of worthing
A politician with a past in the working class
was so appealin'
For the people with the same experience in Britain
It's a shame the game was never played by people like us
He gave his life for his children's families
So, Jesus Christ, can you make your bed at least?
My grandpa died for me to write this
You don't like, I don't like it either
I'm trying, trying, trying, trying

Bitch, I'm a fucking disappointment
Disappointment
Disappointment
Disappointment
Bitch, I'm a fucking disappointment
Disappointment
Disappointment
Disappointment

I go to school but all I do is write my name down
I hardly study, costs me money not to space out
I'm always worried I'll be broke before I move
I'd do commissions if I had a PayPal account
I'd make a business if I wasn't so afraid now
I'd like to do crowdfunding to get paid now
I'd like to live off of these games
But ain't nobody know my name now

Look
All I do is write these songs for you to rap along
I'm always trying to get better
and better for you to get up and set up yourself
Forget about him or her or anyone else
who makes your life hell
I fell a thousand times before this
So I know it, trust me when I tell you
Something's you don't notice
about yourself and your well-being
Time is fleeting and I just want to help
But I know that I'll only do it when I start loving myself

Disappointment
Disappointment
Disappointment
Bitch, I'm a fucking disappointment
Disappointment
Disappointment
Disappointment

I'm so disappointing, a-ha, I'm so disappointing a-ha
I'm so disappointing, a-ha, I'm so disappointing a-ha
I'm so disappointing, a-ha, I'm so disappointing a-ha