L's
I take my L's with a grain of salt
Failing everyday is my everyday fault
Knowing that they're daily sacrifices
Of my child life crisis
I keep on failing till I get it right
Because soon I will take flight
23 on that runway
0 mph on that one way
Since I don't have a license
I mean the license
To kill
So I will
Do what I have to do to appeal
To the females that feel
That my mistakes are the only
Thing that's attractive about me
Like a white kid joiinng Kony
That's too much bologna
I couldn't finish my sandwich
Left it on the counter to become a man which
Everyone wants me to be
But never gave me the proper instructions to be
One of many
No shots of Henny
Absolut with plenty
Of cranberry
Juice daddy
Daddy juice daddy
And you believe I should have your baby
When my baby's
Mother
Doesn't have respect for herself or others?
I guess I'm taking that L
I don't care if she was hotter than hell
One look at her whispering eye
You're under her personal spell
I ain't got time for all of that for realz
I got big dreams with larger thoughts
So much on my mind even my thought
Bubbles
Have thought bubbles
That leads to the domino effect
Of this retrospect
I'm losing everyday so I can win the next one
Meaning my losing will never be undone
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