CUL8R

Never had no patience
No I never worked no job
Never had no television
Never been a slob

Don't believe in politics
I don't believe in god
Why do all my memories
Get covered up in fog

Pity's for the week
And it's bad for your health
I don't care about your fantasies
I only care about myself

I'm your favorite actor
I always play my part
All these big ideas
But I don't know where to start

My brother went to heaven
Your mother went to hell
Traded all my mirrors so I can't look at myself

I have good intentions
I didn't wanna see you cry
Said I'd see you later
But we both know I lied

Met a girl with earrings
She did a lot of drugs
After just a week
She forgot who I was

I met a boy from New York
Just the other day
I said I liked his penmanship
He looked the other way



Credits
Writer(s): Pond View
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