Ain't no fun
I'm bored as fuck and just ran out
This cut-to-fitness
So called legitness
Is senseless and oh yes full of
There's nothing civil about civilization
So fuck your righteous hype
I've had
It's another hectic day
And you can't find the time to
Four more years have come and gone
It's time to play
Every now and then
I wish I could change things
I
I need a joint before my next class
But if I
I'm gonna kick these notes
Right into the streets
Where they belong
To
I did a line and I can't go to sleep
Mind
I got my day all planned out
But I know somethings
Hey you New York City, I heard you're ahead by
Don't let it get to your head
When the girls start
Dejected concrete jungles
That never seem to end
Through complex tower structure
When this fucked up world seems sober now
And frustration seems
You know sometimes I think I make a difference
Contributing to
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