changes (pt. 2)

[Intro]

Made changes

(I know I've said I tried to heal, but I'm only gettin' sicker)

[Verse 1]

Ayy

Ball seven times a day

Cop a selfie with the orphan in the mirror display

And if you're home, could you say sorry to my dad for me?

I was such a sad kid

Bring your guillotine, let's rewind it like a bad dream

Such a crime, killed time, blood wine, I'm fine

Lost a year of my life

'Cause I'm Third Eye Blind

Feel like Abraham, feel like Comic Sans

Overused for that paper for the gram

Feel like Abraham, ayy, ayy

[Verse 2]

Yes, I've been working and hurting and burping

Need, like, three sermons to get through the day

Allergic to lies, I'm always in hives

But, no, I don't need your epipen, I got my own

Slept over in my kitchen

The roaches ate my chicken

I flamed those little wings

Call it Kentucky-fried

[Outro]

Made changes