Common things never bother me cause I'm the local joke Summer got high and swoll she calls me the broken spoke Never been late to fuck with fate and see if faith's a joke Part of me wants the wants in life to tickle up and smoke Come to me cross a ??? with all the empty traits Everything is just unsaid no need to contemplate All my weights drip as they leave my lips how come do something straight She needs and excuse to end things and become the things you hate
