Cult Classic - Get Away You Freak!

Wake up
Blessed
Just kidding all I'm feeling is the stress
I'm a weirdo
I ain't getting no rest
This ain't about the bitches or the drugs or the clothes or the sex
I just want to know what's next
I just wanna blow a couple checks
I just want a throne with a couple subjects
Subjective my idea of success
Obviously y'all wrecked
Come and see all the damn drugs in my vest
Go into the woods
And I'm casting a hex so I'm smashing your ex in the back of a Lex
Catching my breath
Cause I'm dead broke
And you're dead wrong if you think it matters
I'ma make about 4k in a week
Slanging all this mad hatter

I gotta make sure I keep the engine revving
Make sure the pedal's pressed to the metal
Everyday's so damn depressing
I think I'll sell my soul to the devil
Cause you feel like a whole lot's missing
When ain't nobody really missing you
I ain't tryna be so distant baby
Got a lot of shit to do
Gotta take care of myself
Take a look at my first exhibit
Assorted bottles empty on the shelf
I guess now you know how I did it
Shit I guess I'm halfway self sufficient
Still got a lot to learn
Until I get close to the ending
And it's my time to burn

Written by:
Jerry Groves JR

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