Fettuccine Afredo Makes Malaise Bolognaise
Don’t think I have a pretty flow
Things just seem obstinately slow
Open hand, closed heart
I don’t even know that this is art
More like a forced rhyme
As I’m hustling double time
All I’m hearing is a whine
It was cool for awhile
It was making me smile
But I’m feeling like some kinda child
Not me, but you with gimme gimme blues
Empty pockets, broke ass news
Making me feel like a booty call
Tho you don’t know how to work it at all
Dressing up to sit alone
Preferential to pisses and moans
It’s just feeling old hat, been here before
Skeletons behind my cellar door
I don’t like the questions I’m asking
It’s not feeling in love that I’m basking
The best part is, I already don’t care
Apathy’s as easy as doing my hair
10k to see clearly, a worthy affair
Money means nothing in faces I’ve lost
You’re acting like I’m a wallet with no cost
Boredom is the word that comes to mind
I’ve done this before, so many times
Been there, done it, seen it all
My phone’s ringing, not expectin’ your call
Malaise is a word that’s in my heart
What was really awesome, you’ve fucked apart
Something about a bicycle and a fish
10 dollar bet who’s the one getting missed
Too soon for perplexing
These questions so vexing
I guess I’ll hope for some happy end
Where maybe we can just pretend
All that shit I was talking, perhaps amend
Seems simpler to me to just say friend
Am I the woman that plays this shit?
The key to success is knowing when to quit.
🙄
Theory of a Deadman – Rx (Medicate)
Mah Butt Itches 
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