Why I give a f)uck about these people that don’t care about me
The internet is such a bltch it tear the hair up out me
I wanna d!e I lie in bed don’t know my whereabouts he
Appear to me
I fear his image taking
Over over
Where’s the finish making
Mad mistakes I peer the fakes are wasting
All their seconds
All they recon making
Money power better I just want my grandmothers cooking n a sweater Some times I can’t stand them looking at my tether
The thing that keeps me grounded
It sounded soft
Like a mountain of cloth
Or the crown of a sloth