wastelife

And honestly this year I expect to make a lot more
It’s hard to live without a budget when life is corrupted
In a house that’s so peaceful that I’m trying to disrupt it
Scream fuck it not because I have to but because I love it
Which makes me as fake as the puppets that I speak of disgusted
Without a paddle up shit’s creek
Dig deep and see it ain’t life it’s just me
So be warned as I’m putting on like I’m reformed
Only so y’all can accept it as being my norm
Maybe I quit working on me, maybe I given up
Maybe I been lying to myself, maybe I give a fluckkk!