Dear Diary
Moving too fast
Moving too slow
Nowhere to run to and nowhere to go
No one I trust and no one I know
Don't like the sun and I hate the snow
Too lazy for fun too lazy to grow
Two ladies now four
Too crazy for more
Knocking at my door
But I will no answer
Cause I'm moving backwards
These bitches like cancer
F*cking on Brazzers
That's why I move past her
That's why I move faster
That's why I need pastors
That's why I need pastures
With green grass and dancers
Cause I can feel fractures
All in my mind
All the damn time
All my downtime
Poured into these rhymes
So I can just find
Some brand new damn lines
Change faces like limes
Need big cheese like mice
So I can dress nice
And act like I'm fine and deep down I'm alright
Dear Diary