Look, I ain't been to prison but this feeling's the same
My mental simmered down like some fresh fish on a plate
You can taste the sand.
My posts don't get any play
Envy gonna get me killed one day.
Envious of the users with the clicks on they page,
Sick of these days, mama said that this shit's just a phase
I hope so,
cause this rope is 'bout to be the end of my days
Guess my view is looking different with age.
May 22, 2025
May 22, 2025 at 6:06 PM UTC
Look, I ain't been to prison but this feeling's the same
My mental simmered down like some fresh fish on a plate
You can taste the sand.
My posts don't get any play
Envy gonna get me killed one day.
Envious of the users with the clicks on they page,
Sick of these days, mama said that this shit's just a phase
I hope so,
cause this rope is 'bout to be the end of my days
Guess my view is looking different with age.
yeahhhhhhh
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