How To Apologize
• Written by ribs
Sick of the harassment, sick of people asking
Have I got a plan, or a goal, or a passion/
Tell you what I'm gonna do, I'll say it right in front of you
Buy an eighth of pot, and roll it in a blunt or two
...sick of speaking all these damn lies/
Running through this waste like the number of my pant size/
Take a breath quick, refresh like breath mints/
I'm harder than the medals, on military chest pins
..Why do people even wanna know
what I'm gonna do, and where I am gonna go
..All I know, I'm hotter than a lava flow
Spitting wicked sick, mosquito in Ghana flow
.Try my best to deserve this, earn this
Never for attention: its worth is worthless
Sick of climbing hills, with no will in life
..sick of all the thrills I fulfill at night
Sick of paying bills with no end in sight/
Sick of shadows on the walls where I spend the night
I hope it ends right, but wishful thoughts
are strange to my brain cuz it's been so long
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ribs
Member since February 26 2015