One rizla

My nails ain't manicured,
My voice ain't the best you've heard,
And you can choose to hate my words,
But do I give a fuck,
Socks are old and shoes are broke,
Lungs are tired cause they're filled with smoke,
Wallets empty I'm going broke,
But I'm still breathing,

Well I'm not much to look at,
And I ain't much to hear,
But if you think I love you,
You've got the wrong idea x2

Yellow teeth fit the sleeping bags,
Not too good at school but I ain't bad,
And I'd rather be fucked than sad,
And that's a start,
Lying's fine if you get what you need,
You're confusing love with greed,
And I won't I won't say please,
At least not yet, Well I'm not much to look at,
And I ain't much to hear,
But if you think I love you,
You've got the wrong idea x2

You’re clinging to conflict x 3
Just let go
You’re clinging to conflict x3
Just let go x2