BIRTHDAY E

Caffeine shakes like earthquakes. I packed up and moved away 'cause the little White lies were my demise, and I wanna not Care what other people say anymore. I'ma make mine. I got big dreams, D5 streams, shine in Japanese Shit 'cause I'm so fucking hip. I'm using Fiji water to do my dishes, And pretty chain chokers. Come and search your posies. Selling sex and now the boys give me roses Like, "Damn, girl, you're my whole world. I will take you on a date, but feature On my mixtape," like oh, for fuck's sake. Y'all get lost. Squad, your fatality rate will Increase. Diseased men make me gleesy. Grim reaping is how I got through university. I fell asleep with the shower tap on, Now I'm floating in a deep green sea of Other people's dreams 'cause they are blaming me for Their stuff being shitty like, "Please spit a verse On this." It is all in the wrist. Pinch the tip, record this, interrupt this. That is how you deal with dicks, chicks. So who is rubbish? Who is right? Who's getting MVAs? Whose dick game is tight? Not me, boy, you bok choy. I put you in my streams, and people choose To take you out 'cause your taste is funny, And you got no money, and nobody want no Broke friends, honey. No funny bunny. I see you waiting around in the cemetery like, "I belong here 'cause I'm so fucking sad." Yeah, I wear bucket hats, and I got banhammered. Pug DJ, drop out my mixtape. Can you tweet it and post it and follow Ruslan Bates? No. Your music is rare, but I don't really care. Can you unhook your nails from my mink's hair Jacket? Or tell Peter it's dragon faggot? Hold my drink. Let it sink. Can we move on? Now are you too weak? 'Cause I'm sick of sad shit like I am Over it. Delete your Tumblr, start doing real Fucking shit. And Ace already said this, but go Enjoy the weather. Do kick flips or whatever. Smoke crack, kick lamps set fire to nickelback fans. Rap game functioning member of society. Okay, no thanks. But in the fine print that you can't read, You're a slave to the enemy. Ninety-ninety-three is my DOB. I turn twenty-one next week, and my future is Bleak just like everyone else's that I will ever Meet. Do you wanna get away? 'Cause I'm always bored, and I get shitty paid Just for being alive. I wanna wake up in the west in the Pretty vows and cats. So I got them. What about that? I invent a parent wave. I am self-serving. Your dad's like, "Son, where'd find this bae, Huh?" Best believe in SJ.