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I'm listening to Chance the Rapper And there's some whimsy in these veins Some Give me a weeken' of sleepin' I think I can come around after that Hashtags Yolos Swags Take a tire iron to the side of my face My mind's lost its wheels All I want to do is ********** Just to feel ******* to self-sabotage Explosions of regret And possible highs of Seratonin and Dopamine Let's get high It's weird When I was a kid My goal was to make everyone Stop smoking Seeing that white puff Trail from the mouths of adults All I wanted was for them to realize what they were doing The un-healthy choices they were making And now all I think about Is buying a pack Just to cut the Edge off of whate'er the **** I'm feeling Keyholed poet See what I did there? It was an on-purpose accident Am I really meant for priesthood? Is that something that's in my life? I mean, what, 4+ years solo? Dates in between, and ladies, thank you For the times where you remind me I'm worth a **** Or an hour of your time. But for the most part, I'm solo My mom, God Bless her, has been single Dates in between For 7+ years Maybe I'll catch up. Maybe I'll outpace her She sent me her will the other day You're looking at the guy in charge of her life Should she be unable to make decisions. Well, I guess you're not looking You're reading, some half-assed-therapy foreplay Ladies, love me, I'm a weird, depressing sack of **** Aww, poor baby Maybe Pick yourself up off the fuckin' floor and make something of yourself God willing, there's something I just gotta put on some different Lenses These are getting dark Maybe I need to drop off the map And find a cleaner Do they have those for rose lenses?
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May 2, 2013
May 2, 2013 at 7:43 PM UTC
Everybody's Somebody's Everything
I'm listening to Chance the Rapper And there's some whimsy in these veins Some Give me a weeken' of sleepin' I think I can come around after that Hashtags Yolos Swags Take a tire iron to the side of my face My mind's lost its wheels All I want to do is ********** Just to feel ******* to self-sabotage Explosions of regret And possible highs of Seratonin and Dopamine Let's get high It's weird When I was a kid My goal was to make everyone Stop smoking Seeing that white puff Trail from the mouths of adults All I wanted was for them to realize what they were doing The un-healthy choices they were making And now all I think about Is buying a pack Just to cut the Edge off of whate'er the **** I'm feeling Keyholed poet See what I did there? It was an on-purpose accident Am I really meant for priesthood? Is that something that's in my life? I mean, what, 4+ years solo? Dates in between, and ladies, thank you For the times where you remind me I'm worth a **** Or an hour of your time. But for the most part, I'm solo My mom, God Bless her, has been single Dates in between For 7+ years Maybe I'll catch up. Maybe I'll outpace her She sent me her will the other day You're looking at the guy in charge of her life Should she be unable to make decisions. Well, I guess you're not looking You're reading, some half-assed-therapy foreplay Ladies, love me, I'm a weird, depressing sack of **** Aww, poor baby Maybe Pick yourself up off the fuckin' floor and make something of yourself God willing, there's something I just gotta put on some different Lenses These are getting dark Maybe I need to drop off the map And find a cleaner Do they have those for rose lenses?
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May 2, 2013
May 2, 2013 at 7:43 PM UTC
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