I fall hard. I miss hard. I believe hard. I hope hard and I love even harder but that also gives everyone the biggest chance to take advantage of that. I let people in easily, I trust too easily. My doors are wide open screaming, “welcome!” I think too highly of people and I believe in every word they say to me. I have the highest of expectations. Why? I’m still trying to figure that out.
All he cares about is money and the city that he’s from.
He gon’ sip until he feels it, he gon’ smoke it ‘til it’s done.
And I know he doesn’t care and my excuse is that he’s dumb.
And he’s only getting older… I hope somebody told him…
He lost one… I hope he knows he lost one.