Senses. I came to them.
No. Not it. … ask me about it in a day or so.
This time I’m goin’ off. Fireworks.
I might be too strung out on compliments, overdosed on confidence
Started not to give a fuck and stopped fearing the consequence
Drinking every night because we drink to my accomplishments
Faded way too long, I’m floatin’ in and out of consciousness
Dang. Sometimes a movie just tears at you. Makes you think and do a lot of soul searching.
And it was a freaking Kevin Smith movie…
Lookin’ like the fuckin’ man of the year.