Drug dealers live vicariously through me
So can you do me a favor? If I pull it together, make it sooner than later.
Mind in one place, heart in another.
I wonder why I never learn my lesson. It's feeling like the second chance and it's the first impression
I want to be remembered as an artist that gave you a piece of me, as opposed to some surface bullshit. I just want to be remembered as a poet that was open and honest because I wake up every morning and I'm me.
Drinking every night because we drink to my accomplishments.