BULLSHIT, YOU FUCKING MISS ME. THERE, I SAID IT, I GUESS I’LL TALK TO YOU IN A FEW MONTHS, SITTING DRUNK ON THE SIDE WALK; I GUESS I’LL GET UP, I GUESS I’LL GO FOR A WALK. BRUSH MY SHOES AGAINST THE PAVEMENT; I SWEAR THIS HAS GOTTA BE THE HUNDREDTH TIME I’VE THOUGHT OF YOU TONIGHT.
I still been drinkin’ on the low
Mobbin’ on the low
Fuckin’ on the low
Smokin’ on the low
I still been plottin’ on the low
Schemin’ on the low
The furthest thing from perfect
Like everyone I know
last night tho
I smell like cum and wine.
Get all these strangers out of my house.
I’m just alone and miss everyone who has been a huge influence in my life. I’m scared and feel out of place but just doing my best. It gets hard sometimes tho idk. I’ll be fine.