What the fuck is this shit, another day wasted and I couldn't care one bit.
Trying to put this life together like a robot modle kit, but it's not hard to see the pieces that are missin
I know I'm not well known but there a people still out there dissin.
The only thing strange about me is that I'm not like you, not like them, feeling blue, gotta clear this phlegm so i want to spit but I have no clue.
I'm not big and I'm not fast, I'm not dedicated and this anxiety is telling me I should be medicated. My hopes have dissipated and no one wants to be associated.
I'm not sure what it's like to have a crew, every time I ride I want to die, I sure as fuck can't fly, my insides want to cry.
I'm tired of seeing doctors and finding brain numbing jobs instead of buzzing and getting blow jobs. In the end I just want a bottle and a gun, spending time with my girl in the sun with no more restraints on my fun.
