out by myself
not a man of wealth
just needed some air
not that you'd care
i want a time out
too tired to even shout
barely even pout
who cares about clout
i just want some friends
stuff to do when the week ends
just for now i have pretends
recently just stuck in the bends
even some street rats
don't mind if they're cool cats
anyone can bat
no matter where they're at
sometimes we're just lonely
not too many homies
just meet me out the house
anything except that counts
i have a lifetime migraine sometimes it's on my left sometimes it's on my right but either way i want to die when it's on my left, i go insane thoughts and analysis scramble my brain i feel robotic, t
this is the worst thing i've ever written lmao it's also untrue in a lot of ways... this feeling only really hits with isolation. when i dance i take little baby steps very super tiny mini little baby
My gang swing right by you Gat you and your dog, too Drop y'all in the bayou See you in the sky, fool We fuck up the whole crew Roll up with your main shrew You actin like a surfer the way you on my w
