Untitled Song
• Written by savgeboy
I was fucking down and hurt.
People laughed and spat on my shirt.
Now I tried everything I could.
I cried multiple times to fit in with the hood.
But I guess I'm a white nerd.
My test is to write words.
Now I'm sorry if I offended you.
Nah, fuck you.
I ain't-a friend of you.
So I snatch every baggage bag?
I meant luggage bag city fag.
Pity that you're gay so every day you spitty gag.
Not gonna brag but you have shitty swag.
I am not going to write any more insults.
But I'm going to write tonight for your results.
Always my fault.
I tried everything I can but I ain't no adult.
Beat down? losing all my friends.
I don't understand why this is happening again.
Fuck I do to them?
I cry every night and pick up a pen.
I wonder if this shit will still happen when I'm older?
What's your number bitch?
You can write it on my shoulder.
metaphors, poetry? I don't understand any of it.
was it cuz I was too bad, too sad, too mad?
Or cuz you fucking gagged, called me a fag,
and I had a damaged lung.
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savgeboy
Member since August 20 2018