My remix is happy
Poster boy of postmodern depression
Never got the answers only asking the questions
Which begs the question, what is success
Is it a few hundred fans on the internet
Is it looking in the mirror without disrespect
Is it finding love instead of infatuation
Is it making the best of a bad situation
Is it facing the music and putting words to the beats that you're making
It's work, it works, work hurts
But it don't mean nothing to me
I got nothing to lose, I got nothing to give
Thoughts running through my head, but it's nothing but weed
And that is some shitty rap I made up in like 20 minutes with no second thought. I am really a fucking low-life. Y'all have fun trying to think of this as art.
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