WOKE UP IN THE EVENING

PRAY FOR ME

TWO BOTTLES OF URINE STAND LIKE TROPHIES NEXT TO THIS SOFA THAT I CALL A BED

LEAVE YOUR KEYS ON THE TABLE AND DON'T COME HOME

THAT WAS ALL SHE WROTE

I CAN'T READ AND I'VE NEVER BEEN ON A PLANE

SO IGNORANCE IS BLISS IN A MIND LIKE THIS

NO PRESCRIPTION NEEDED

NO ADVICE WANTED

UNDERGROUND FLOWER WHAT'S YOUR NAME?

THE LIGHT AT THE END IS A FLAME

THE PISS IN THE BOTTLES OVERFLOW

TIME GOES SLOW

IT'S GONNA BE A GOOD CHRISTMAS THIS YEAR

OUR YEAR

CREDIT CARD FRAUD ON THE HOTTEST DAY OF THE YEAR

THERE'S BEEN A WHITE VAN PARKED OUTSIDE MY MOTHERS HOUSE ALL YEAR

QUIET

KEEPING QUIETNESS AT BAY

I BELIEVE IN GOD WHEN THINGS ARE GOING MY WAY

FRANK SINATRA

MY WAY

PLAY IT AT MY FUNERAL

BUT IT'S THE VOICE INSIDE MY HEADS WAY

IT'S ALWAYS BEEN THAT WAY

NEVER BEEN MY WAY

I WANNA EAT AT THOSE POSH RESTAURANTS THAT LET YOU PAY AT THE END

I HOPE GOD DOESN'T MAKE ME PAY AT THE END. 

– 𝘙𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘦 𝘊𝘶𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘳

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘑𝘰𝘩𝘯 𝘔𝘰𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯.