Self moderation. What’s this world turned to? It feels like something understood and beautiful. Fake colors and pretty pictures of sunshine and rainbows blown up So something new could grow in its place. What will be your insurance, To keep your space So when you rebuild or when you’re ready for something different You could take your claim and catch a break? What’d you fall in love...
Tears only get you out the game, Dropped down the list, Put bitch next to your name Your pride and how far you’ll go to protect it is your only redemption Young girl I know it feels like He walked all over you then hung you out to dry But you’ll be disowned and discarded If you ever let them tears Find way out your eyes Us, our kind, We ne’er cry, Never let...
Keep on truckin’
That Springfield life was kinda fly kid. Lol
i’ll be good. i got me if you don’t.