Precision I’m into it, but I’ve never been a precise person
I mean that’s how we learn; it isn’t hard work if I’m not hurting
I would have to say it’s not worth it
So that’s time that I’ve wasted
But I’m truly hoping for the day that I could say that I’ve made it
I’m used to being no one
People giving me the cold front
Hard stares and even harder laughs when I dared to utter “what’s up”
Despicable me, but I discuss no movie
Gotten a couple of chances to actually do me, but I said fuck that I did for them I thought they loved and knew me, but I was just standing stupid looking like a fucking groupie
Couldn’t even get a job at the fucking movies, couldn’t stand the pain every night of sleep I was moving
Tossing and turning dreaming of the pain I was deserving yearning and hoping that there was some way I could earn it
A life that’s better with lots of money and cool fall weather
I’m down for whatever; dare a mother fucker to tell me never