White Mums Can't Chugg Lyrics

My mother's always asking me to write her a song
“A nice song with acoustic guitar...
You've got such a beautiful voice why don't you use it more?”
She doesn't understand the can of worms she's opening

She isn't down with the chugg
Not up for the beat down
She isn't proud of me stood in my room with my crown
For the fear of the Chugg Lord I'm never giving up this style
It's Levi's time bitch
Follow or get left behind

You think I'm gonna motherfucking let you down?
No one's ever gonna change how we fucking sound
We have a God on our backs so it's hard to relax
We have to do what he said or this time is our last
You must believe in the Chugg to be worthy
Please believe in me

We are the chosen ones
And we're not selling out
No matter how much we upset our fucking parents
Mum doesn't get it
Dad says he never will
As long as we wake up tomorrow
We'll chugg until we die

We are going back to our roots because we understand
“This is no better song than the first song or EP that a band releases: Proctologist
So rest assured the rest of this is gonna sound
As lit as that EP was
We'll entertain the trends enough to ensure all the Chuggalos fall in line with us

You think I'm gonna motherfucking let you down?
No Chuggalos the king is back with the wrath and the passion
Which made you fall in love in the first place
How dare you suggest that the pressure of the industry might get to us
We're edgy as fuck
You wanna be us
You fucks
Get on your knees and chugg with all you've got

We are the chosen ones
And we're not selling out
No matter how much we upset our fucking parents
Mum doesn't get it
Dad says he never will
As long as we wake up tomorrow
We'll chugg until we die

As I drag my body through the results of all the decisions that I have made
My spirit lays consumed within the wake of my mistakes
I spend my life trying my best, but my endeavours are not enough
My creations hacked apart by the people that I love
Everyone's an expert and advise me on the route my life should take
"You've got such a beautiful voice, it's such a shame, it's such a waste"
They tell me I could be the next Olly Murrs, or a more retarded Gareth Gates
Well to that I have something I need to say

I'm taking back control
My life is in my hands
These decisions are my own
What do you want from me
I got straight C's and D's
Except Geography
You're not the boss of me now

We are the chosen ones
And we're not selling out
No matter how much we upset our fucking parents
Mum doesn't get it
Dad says he never will
As long as we wake up tomorrow
We'll chugg until we die