It’s funny how in a moment I can convince myself I’m a piece of shit that feels no emotion and cant relate to anybody. Almost half tempted to hit a wall at 130 mph to see if i do feel. But sadly I wont do it - i know i have to much to lose.
I speak 4 languages: English, profanity, sarcasm, & real shit.
Mac Miller, Marc Ecko’s Complex man of next year.
Life ain’t all about the money,
Well it kinda is if you out of money
Try not. Do, or do not. There is no try.
Do you mind if we smoke this blunt outside cause its nice out and we could get high.
They gonna try to tell you no, shatter all your dreams, but you gotta get up and go, and think of better things. Live free.