If tomorrow all the balloons pop, 'Cause no one wants to show, Well, I’ll still party hard as hell, A birthday’s all I know. You might feel weird about the day, But hey, man, I came first, Before the towers hit the ground, I was rockin' this sweet earth! (Chorus) And I’m glad to be born on 9/11, Where the vibes are kinda tense, But I light my candles anyway, 'Cause damn, that makes no sense! Yeah, I'll eat my cake in silence, As the world stays grim and sad, But hey, it's still my freakin' day, And for that, I ain't mad! --- Some people say, "Dude, that’s rough, You know, sharing with all that stuff." I just shrug, "Yeah, it could be worse, But screw it, life is tough." I didn’t pick this cursed date, But hell, I make it work, While the news keeps running reruns, I'm poppin' champagne with a smirk. (Chorus) And I’m glad to be born on 9/11, Where the awkward never ends, As people send their 'thoughts and prayers,' While I’m sending birthday sends! Yeah, they lower all the flags, While I’m raising up a glass, 'Cause, well, it’s still my freakin' day, So toast me, kiss my... sass! --- Bridge: Yeah, it’s a trip, and yeah it’s strange, But hey, it’s my weird lot, Just ‘cause the day went down in flames, Don’t mean my cake can’t be hot. --- (Chorus - Repeat) And I’m glad to be born on 9/11, Where the memes are sad but true, I get that it’s a loaded date, But man, I didn’t choose! So let’s raise a drink for all the feels, And still I say, "Let’s cheer!" 'Cause, damn, it’s still my freakin' day, So gimme another beer!
