My solitude and abject loneliness have inspired me and so I literally just wrote this*.
What is success?
Is it being the best?
Or is it one step of happiness from being depressed?
Well if so, then I guess I'm successful
Outside I'm fine, but inside it gets stressful
But I don’t take a day off
I don't take a day off
Cause one day these student loans will be a bitch to pay off
Believe this, shit is real
This is not just a passing threat
I either swim to riches
Or sink into massive debt
But I don't get upset
I just get even
Hit you back hard
Like Scott Stevens
And I got devils in my head
But, I'm a flyers fan
Fountainhead of ideas
Call me Ayn Rand
Penmanship incredible
Name unforgettable
I just rise above
You’re just pussy on a pedestal
Type it on my iPhone
Yours not even legible
Flow’s fantastic
Beat’s unacceptable!
I Always Take Care to Watch the Throne
I…mix vodka and Arizona
Wine and coronas
Rich and distinguished
40 or Olympicks
32 of Olde English
Radio famous
Still only local
Still on a mission
Visions of going global
And I’m passin’ through hell
On my way to heaven
So fuck a marathon
I’m goin’ 27
And I cheated death
Yeah I cheated death
Couldn’t eat solids for a solid month
Yes
In high school two close friends
Just up and left
Been depressed
Been thinking that my life’s a mess
But I never quit
So you know I can’t rest
I’m here to make the world better
‘Til my last breath
But fuck it
I don’t want to be the best
I just wanted you to listen
So I say God Bless
See you at the Grammys, losers.
*Plagiarism.The great equalizer.
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