I get it, you’ll be okay. You’ll be fine. But what about me?
They don’t love me, They only know me When they need me. Bitches.
I really, really, really hate you.
The feeling comes from deep, Your not perfect, Not special, Your just you, So come down to earth
My best friend is gone
My best friend is gone, She’s become a different person, Not in a good way, My best friend left me, But she doesn’t realize it, I’m gone when she needs me.
In search for the pot of gold
Sometimes I try to do good but I just can’t be It’s hard to get myself to do things that just ain’t me And yall should thank me But my haters busy tryna send me home early But you cant New Orlean Saint me I ain’t a saint B, I ain’t a God, God I ain’t a angel neither but I try hard yall Im lighting up for all my soldiers at war As i sit back and watch the ashes on my cigar fall Wayne just came home...
GUESS WHAT? I DON’T GIVE A FUCK.