This is a song about "Getting through the day"

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Every day these corners were getting rougher

For that that strict literary review, but at the end of the day its just something to work through

So ain't no future fuckin' youi ain't tha bitch ta love yacan't do a damn thang for you

Getting fucked by the tenth bull

We can leave before midnight for sure

Along to save the day

Im on tha way

I don't wanna damage you

She was too busy getting railed through

I call em up, they might fall through

It aint easy getting through to you

Or let the mob handle that

I'm getting sick of the bullshit,

For imitatin the off switch like i'm on top of my own

Getting through to the parallel universe where i see my clone