January 2011
I’m getting too used to this place. I need something new.
I ain’t as good as I once was, but I’m as good once as I ever was.
I ain’t as good as I once was, but I’m as good once as I ever was.
I got wasted last night and woke up with some girl’s number in my pocket.
Gimme something new.
My job reminds me that I better be dead before I gotta call assholes like me and ask about my benefits and copays and shit.
I’m on a psychopathic train to Nowheresville.
Shorty got flavor like my favorite ice cream.