This is a song about "Lipgloss"

Now money is a service, but it's worthless, there's no purpose, shit,

Im moving on from ex , but i get jealous , am i a hypocrite?

I write for inspiration, to spark communication with others,

Service the discursive lurkers in the furthest mergers of a scary circus,

No not the heiress just one from an escort service

I'm the kind of kid whose main purpose is to shake earth's surface