This is a song about "State fair"

Years back you believed that the world was fair

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

Get off a key like i can’t sing

My mental state is declining

Always arguments about shit that wasn't fair

Everybody put three fingers in the air

Those flashing lights seem to cause a glare

But my swank levels wont be fair

Cant escape this living nightmare, it didnt fight fair

Insecure as bitches blind dating with a pimple there

Of course they all hate

I'm in a zen mind state

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

We move to every state

And every fair from fair sometime declines,

We ain't buying cds, we striving to live