There ain’t nothing too bad
Too sad about it
I couldn’t figure you clearing my head
And I used to think I sounded slow
But now I think I sound shallow
Ya hear?
You here?
I keep hitting the brakes but the car isn’t slowing and the light is red, and I keep hitting the ******* brakes and I keep. hitting. the. ******* brakes. and I think **** **** sell it when I’m dead.”
And the police come
And you’ve been drinking
And the bag never looked better on me
Jan 20, 2019
Jan 20, 2019 at 1:45 PM UTC
There ain’t nothing too bad
Too sad about it
I couldn’t figure you clearing my head
And I used to think I sounded slow
But now I think I sound shallow
Ya hear?
You here?
I keep hitting the brakes but the car isn’t slowing and the light is red, and I keep hitting the ******* brakes and I keep. hitting. the. ******* brakes. and I think **** **** sell it when I’m dead.”
And the police come
And you’ve been drinking
And the bag never looked better on me
Request permission to use this poem