Dont have much of what I ever wanted so I call it life.
Feels so good but we know its wrong.
Shits always gunna be crooked, so I get my stoner on.
Not blinded by the deceit, we're fully aware.
The longer it goes on the more I dont care.
People scream, slow down and save at gas.
I yell back 'live your own life' and continue to pass.
Man, everythings so unusual spinning out of control.
Like a web of lies it continues to grow.
Lifes a bitch.. the truest thing I've ever been told.
No matter how much help I receive I still loath
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Nice work. What does the last line mean?
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