I’m giving myself a hard time, slashing tires dousing/ fires built for fun & rousing/ negative attitudes in best friends’ crushes/ like: there could be another, or wouldn’t you rather date someone cute as Pharrell, you know - that song Frontin’?/ As if secrecy or sorcery could hide this blatant dishonest lip robbing I might turn my body into into a product buy me 9 cars, 9 houses give them to my lost sons and daughters./act like a slob or robber lose touch with the (based world) lose touch with my safe side get into coke or porno or both maybe dishonor my mother/ spent two weeks idle dreaming and feeling sorry for myself, can I just skip the healing process and get straight into the wealth and the fame till even grandma knows my name? yeah jay-z, you’re famous enough, but can you bring me up or get me fucked? My boot straps are short, old friend settles for the porche, I stopped loving my ex- cause she won’t stand up straight it feels like Christmas never came till I wrote this song and you said I was fake but I’m alive so I guess you were wrong/ I can be a big star, big like Truman, I don’t pray even to the based god I got my own agency got no real plan but I’m working on my air capacity breathe deeply don’t fear this could be a sad song or this could be an positive anthem just tell me that I’m handsome and don’t tell sufjan I used his track and don’t tell katy perry I’ve been looking her house up a star map and when its been too long and I’m overcome, embarrassed, and weak, don’t remind me that only the lonely find peace
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