o, darling
daylight has never been your most flattering
light
and how could it be?
you never sleep,
because life is but a dream
like that old
children's song
goes
dear god of boujee
women, the ones with
bloodstained louboutins
let me autotune myself to sound inhuman,
say my prayers to
you
in the dying light
of the atl
freeways
my only hymn i have to
offer is that of
migos
and instead of bread and wine
i have lean and
xanax
o, darling
our eyes will never
age
and new money, who dis?
will forever be the closest thing
we have to a mantra
Gang gang.