Whatever

By far, that was the worst week
I've ever had in my life
I don't know if I should get up
And I have no idea what to do
Because everything is messed up
I've never been so low
'Cause I know all my money is gone
And my wife cheated on me
Ugh, whatever

Bye (bye), I feel so free (free)
I don't want to go home anymore
And I don't give a damn about what tomorrow brings
I raise my glass and shout:
Bye (bye), I feel so free (free)
I don't want to go home anymore
And I don't give a damn about what tomorrow brings
I raise my glass and shout

In the mirror, man
I need nothing but you
We both got this, I got you, you got me
And did either of us ever bail
Was it for sure because of money or some chick
Now I'm free (free)
And I'm getting back up
I'm alone and shout
It's going out again
Jump into my Nikes, stay
And walk like the boss
In slow motion into the club, it took forever
But it's Saturday night
I'm slowly waking up
And pay for the first round with a handshake, cool
What's up?
Cro, look, this is my world
My hobbies are, uh, pushing or tripping people
Or sometimes just being lazy on a couch
Sometimes alone and sometimes with women
But today I'm in the club, no, I'm not stumbling home yet
Because we're partying through the night until the sun shines again
Yeah

Bye (bye), I feel so free (free)
I don't want to go home anymore
And I don't give a damn about what tomorrow brings
I raise my glass and shout:
Bye (bye), I feel so free (free)
I don't want to go home anymore
And I don't give a damn about what tomorrow brings
I raise my glass and shout

I wake up
Look outside, no idea where I am
The whole house full of women, hey, they must be sleeping
My pants are torn and the car is gone
Go to the kitchen, make myself a coffee with Jim
Sit down
Whatsapp, what's up, I'm here
And alive, but going to you soon
Okay, and if anyone already knows
What's going on tonight, then please, please let me know
Because I'm in some kind of mode, that's why I don't want to go home
I solve problems easily with a cheap wine
Give me another sip, another sip, another sip
Another sip, another sip
Yeah, I'm yabadaba da
So give, give, give, give, give me a Becks
And I'll chug, chug, chug, chug, chug it down
Your gang has kids with clique on the cap
Grabbed the whiskey and now they're out
Hey

Bye (bye), I feel so free (free)
I don't want to go home anymore
And I don't give a damn about what tomorrow brings
I raise my glass and shout
Bye (bye), I feel so free (free)
I don't want to go home anymore
And I don't give a damn about what tomorrow brings
I raise my glass and shout