This is a song about "I have a song i need to sing you and i like pancakes"

But now it's back to the lab 45 messages right after you land

Like trying to sing a bon jovi song without the use of the band.

And bijies like im out and

I made a song at camp

Throw her slightly to the right, so dyke i'm kinda wrong

So this to you, i present, is my final song.

And you acting grown, doggy you ain't back at home

Sing my song, i drink alone cus i'm my own

I grew up with nothin, it hurt me to see my mother poor

Lord have mercy i act a fool, maybe i need to go back to school

I stop for a second and listen to them sing.

This is just an indication that we still working

Have a toast for tha homiessee we both gotta die

To the others like you, who i need to help, i need to try

And, shit, here i am, writing this song

We buy out stores till its all too gone