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For The Fuck of It
Is this what you want?
Now, I’m contemptuous, I'm good with what is and there is literally nothing to change. I actually got tired of talking to people a long time ago, it's like their brain isn't even there. Wherever I’m employed, the job is way too easy. AM I INVINCIBLE? I might know a lot more than ya average man, and at least I don't voice it. I tend to act dumb at times. At least I have the heart to know not everyone needs to know how INFORMED I am. Hit ‘em with the “yea you right” or the “oh that's right”. Shit is easy for me, how can I lose?
In the same breath, I keep losing my breath, for absolutely no reason. A thought could exhaust me, while words thereafter will deter me. But it's just those moments, so don't judge me by that and paint that as my overall image. We all got some issues right?
So I ran into my crone dog Bilton, “yo what it do?”.
I had to hype him up off the pull-up. This is one depressed mother fucker, and I know he just lost his dog. Granted, I know that was his lil best friend, but he's wild’n.
Bilton: “Yea I'm straight. This is around the time I use to walk Cappy”
I really had to stop and think before I roast his ass for mourning over a damn dog. meanwhile, I'm secretly mourning the possible loss of my fuckin apartment and the eviction notice…
