FOMO
• Written by willybobo
What's over there?
Why should I care?
What are they doing?
No tino don't stare
Did they forget me?
My regrets be
slapping me
like Wayne Gretzky
Cane and Weed
Dames and Speed
Game and Dreams
I have them all
But what's over there?
I'm empty as a mall
on Cyber Monday
My life seems mundane
compared to the gram
and why am I eating green eggs
while they get all the Ham?
Hard as a motherfucker
But my heart is a motherfucker
Im driven as a fucken trucker
But it's a given I have FOMO
YOLO YOLO
FUCK THIS FOMO
IM GOOD INSIDE THIS MAN
NO HOMO
Im chewed up like a chicken wing
Is the galaxy just pimping me?
why do I feel this distress?
How can I manage the stress
Of not seeing you
I'ma mess
Is life a book,
or is life a test?
Why all this FOMO
when were all blessed
Page is inked like a cholo
As I get this off my chest
I want to feel peace right here
I want to speak in your ears
softly as you notice that I smell like weed and beer
and you realized you missed my party for one
Feel like im partying on the sun
I know the moon is cooler...
YOLO YOLO
FUCK THIS FOMO
IM GOOD INSIDE THIS MAN
NO HOMO
TINO or TK VERSE 3
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willybobo
Member since September 29 2022