You’d said need to find yourself
where at? the mattress on the floor?
at least you had your own bed
when you had your back against our rear door
You can fill your lungs with smoke and with tar
but hey,
at least nobody’s coming at you
with a discounted guitar
Does committing fraud bring you closer to tee?
if you had never met me I can almost guarantee
you’d be one of the desperate bitches
wanting to buy my socks and then worship me
If you want to talk leagues
then you know where I’m placed
much, much higher
than a balding slut who continues to age
I wrap myself in gold
with everything that I do
I really look after myself
and you know that is true
You forget what it’s like
to taste the real me on your lips
not the last me that you had
but the one that liked your little man tits