Prompt / Lyrics
She definitely wasn't real... But NOW she wants to be... This isn't 2012... This ain't another thrown away copy, Of the freaking shitty, CD NOW 18... I would hate to eventually, Have to deal with me, When as far as I can see... I am still recovering, From some fucked up LSD, I took at the age 16, Shoved in a room of fiends, Who all wanted shit from me? Go fuck yourselves! Good luck you are elves, When what gets selled, On every shelf, Is NOT good for health or wealth but tells You how to live ur life after Satan fell She sold some shells I shot so well Did NOT hit the target Missed the mark One night very late after dark A witches', bitches' cauldron got sparked... I had no part in the dark arts, I carved out what I thought would start, Something so great, For Heaven's sake, Some of these haters need to take a break, It is too late for many things, But in the end there are onion rings, I did NOT give up my Whataburger, I won her heart but don't deserve her? Go fuck your selves and keep your health, I still played your cards you gave my tells, Knocked on doors and rang the bells, Got out of rehab and out of jail, I missed, I pissed, I kissed, tisk, tisk... There should still some day, some say be Bliss... If there was anything I have to miss, I would be to have to put up with this... Look at my wrists, I have NOT balled up fists, Finished my lists, Still, am NOT fixed, If you get the gyst, I ain't from the band kiss, I still play the base, Got more than a taste, Of what could put one in their place, I watched as someone bought their mace, I sought my love who flew away, I shook my head in much dismay, Still what now do I have to say? We live to see another day, Someone might want me, I pity those that hunt me, I wish that one cunt could see, Me now that I broke free, It was NOT that easy, I was not people pleasing, Just drinking H20 and breathing, Somethings had to go believe me, Still others bereave me, Yet many want to tease me, It makes me queasy, How sick this world makes me, Heaven forsakes me, Yet Jesus calls me, To bring it back down to Earth, Even when it hurts, I was in a lurch, Made it home from church, Dirk a dirk stains on my shirt, Still sold my shotgun, And have no one, I would want to hold my beer or son, He is my pride and joy I found, When everything flipped upside down, I was the drunk found all around town, Yet in my trunk no hookers were found, I played, I slayed, I stayed when delayed, From getting to enjoy the success I made, I was stoked and wrote some stupid jokes, Yoked like a croaking hopeful dope... Still, on the platform with my totes, The train left the station, With me to blow smoke, Up someone's ass who hated mine, With no friends left who could be kind, Out of luck and out of time, I still know how to read and see the signs, It is easy to be kind, My ex fiancé did NOT understand that rhyme, I was Beyonce on a former diet try it wi
Tags
blues, rock, funk, rap, house, electro swing, krautrock, samba, ambient dub techno, spanish rock, outlaw country, reggae
Duration
4:36
Instrumental
No
Created
4/6/2026