L4st W0rd

This food for thought
They serve for free at the bus stop
They salty like a president in his mugshot
The crowd i used to hang around was so distraught
I had to get away
I get away
When im myself

I am happy
For once
No thanks
To you
Again
Fuck you

When im done with my work
I wanna get away
From these fake ass buildings
And this face that hurts

If i see you out there
I won't look your way
Cause we had a chance
And i got the last word

Petty
So they wont wanna be my friend
Shitty cause
All good things come to an end
I mean like what the fuck you mean
Im not famous by 18
Creating my main thing
My personality
Consists of back talk and belittling
Consists of walking back and forth with adrenaline
Consists of being jealous of the people
Who doing what i do
But on a greater scale
Proving its not too late

I am
Confused
When i
Talk to
People
My age
So i
Create

When im done with my work
I wanna get away
From these fake ass buildings
And this face that hurts

If i see you out there
I won't look your way
Cause we had a chance
And i got the last word



Credits
Writer(s): Bryson Martin
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