There has to be something to say to describe the way I feel, but who would give a fuck to hear about my shitty deal. I get so jealous of other people not stuck out in the rain, and here I am soaking wet, complaining and raising cane,
Legacy hell, watch out for a disconnection notice certified in the mail. We got to fucking eat, and my thoughts don’t sell. When you’re never at the top, who cares how far you fell?
This is a trap, and was always gonna be, and I wanna blame someone else but it was laid by me. The drama I make is my own worst enemy, but I just smile a lot and call it chivalry. Fool me once or 1000 times, the things you don’t know are out of sight mind.