This is a song about "Lark on my"

I'll tell you baby that we're through

Take my anger out on you

Pay dues like a hair salon

Gotta take my dreams on

No watch on my wrist or pain on my fist

So the fuckin' school suggested me a therapist

Hangin' pictures on my wall

By the phone, no call

Beats on repeat, have to get my mind on my side

If you something like paid you can fuck tonight

From the bushes one sees glowing passion a defiled a lark

But more than not, and with prolly a whole lot less than the start