Untitled Song

bright lights on the hunt for cash

feeling crazy lately like i caught a fucking rash.

my brain hates me maybe I'm just greedy

not from the slums so i won't talk about poverty

they told me write whatever you think

so i stopped giving a fuck and turned to the drink

Vocal's so Dynamic like it was magic

it's tragic life's treated like we're made plastic

so i just drink all night

planning strategy's and Heists

so high mid flight

that I'm paranoid of kites

never stop till i die

Emma Watson still ain't called me back

I'm not mad or anything i just think it's wack

I've Living in the burbs broke as fuck,

cats are get robbed for jackets.

feeling i fight every night

feeling i can't stop but i

I remember when i started this shit,

Gold jacket, gold planet.