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#11 |
low tide in serotonin bay
Join Date: Jul 2013
Posts: 2,752
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Weight of the world on my shoulders hoping that my spine holds
Fuck it...I give up on life, gonna be a drifting wino Dragging along a bag with notebooks full of rhymes I wrote Can’t stop adding verses to the book it’s the only life I know Been doing this shit fifteen years, fuck that’s over half my life If you only knew the time sacrificed to the fucking pad and mic But sadly I’ll be forgotten in time, I’m a passing blight Accustomed to eating my words, luckily I’ve got an appetite Staring at these women in the gym, wishing I never met my wife Things would be so much better right? Wrong...lust just in my head tonight The devil would like to tear apart my brain piece by piece Plus even if I was single...what would fucking girl would wanna sleep with me? |
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