Sometimes I wish that I could just
Join a gang
Cause life's only as precious as
Precarious
The streets are dangerous for sure
But the hood shows love
While all these well to do people I know
Are cold as fuck
My love's neon & permanent
My love's like graffiti paint
My love's a crime by morning light
So my love always goes to waste
I like making rice
You like making calls
And it makes no difference
If you show up drunk to my house
And I act pissed off
It's just cause I'm a pouty bitch
Who constantly
Tells heself that me's the best
Cause him is scared 2 death
So when you're happy asking he
"Baby what's wrong?"
It's hard for him or I to admit
