That's enough

And it always was

But the truth of the matter was,

Someone asked for it

I was doing nothing

But living my own world

Until who came along

And on the assumption that three man told me to run,

I run along

Now take that hound out to the back and shoot it

*fucks off and dies*

Take that horse right back to the barn and burn it down

(i almost left the horse in the barn)

Now take this damn hole out of my heart,

Or just eat it out

Or let me bleed

Or tear me to shreds

If all I need are some meds,

Recommend the right color preference

Another African American

For reference

Or whatever

I'll get better quick with a mask on

Just get to feeling suicidal besides my peloton before I ride on

And just remember— that everyone out there

Is everyone out there

And everyone out there is on something.

It's a cold fucked up world

and New York is the stone where the heart should be

It's a cold fucked up world

And New York is a Puddle full of vomit

For the icing on the cake

That never happened

Cause it don't make sense

To buy an easy bake oven

Living in a homeless shelter

With absolutely no

Potable drinking water

Earn your heart ducts

Or just duck tape them wall closed

And work at the Walmart

And sleep with the roaches

And snitch on the rat

And tie up the snitches with stitches

And tie them to the train tracks

Don't redact Billie the kid if you're infinite

and just remember,

The love left

But I didn't

{Enter The Multiverse}

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