Asinine

All night, every night I worry
The soft sunrise
All night, every night sick sorries
The harsh moonlight

I know

A raise, bitch? Some minimum wage shit?
I'd rather grow inside
We'd rather grow inside

Inside this pint there is an ocean
Inside my mind this city's drowning

How many times do I have to die
Before I find the me that survives?

Avoid the void that's devoid of the void
Avoiding your gaze as the haze drifts between

Fuck, they call them skinny jeans, but now they're normalized
Just in our genes, just jeans, now gentrified

(Maybe you just oughta wake up)

Bands, bands, bands, bands, bands
Bands, bands, bands, bands

Woke up feeling shit
San Jos' it's a bitch
Virgins need that switch
Camp, molly, get rich

Where, when, what, why
Finding nothing when I pry
Smoke, head, fucking slide
Nothing happens till I try

Drift, skirt, stunt on Marie
My old friends left me for speed
Shortie she still believes in me
Shortie she kills my self esteem

I got it, I fought it, I feel more okay



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Writer(s): Barefoot Gen
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