He said , he's little broke
Paying all the bill and staying night awoke
Wearing clearance designers still calls himself broke
Funny how he lie about civic he rode
But that night in the crowd, he was the one that slowed
Watching passersby with a tempted hope
That one day someone will follow him down that road
And make him a feel better and jointly will sob
But alas he lives a life where happiness is mentally shoved
The college , the loans , the feeling of being broke , he told
Was the reason that he curse to himself
And want them to leave him alone
That's why he wants to go newyork who don't give a shi about being broke.
Yes, muscians makes me feel empty
Still I'm stuck in his twenty-twenty
But alas all perfectionist did was lie about being broke
The only thing i did was to make a note
No college , no loans , no heartbreak , he told
That's why when this man lie , it's gold.
- fuye
[ will jay songs are really good, do check them out. This is also inspired]
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PoetryWelcome, Poetry is not everyone's cup of tea. But if uou prefer it. Congratulations! Hi, I'm fuye. This book will have all my poems. I hope you'll like it. Ask for explanation if you don't understand the meaning , in comments
