Sitting here reciting barz looking at cars, checking the price of acoustic guitars, looking at the moon staring at the stars thinking about this world that was supposed to be ours

Oh word the guitars not even that much and I want a car with a dual clutch, the moon looks close enough to touch, I wonder if you’re happy with such and such

I could start a rock band and call it child support at least that way they wouldn’t have to impute my income when I go to court, drink rose’ and not port build a house not rent a fort, drive a coupe’ of some sort stargaze from a resort not somewhere as a resort, this is how the lexicon killer was birthed, so when you have a bad day just remember it could be worse


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