If It Goes Up, Must Come Down. [Part 1]

Leave your boyfriend please.

I guess I'm blank,
Stuck in procrastination,
And I'm not leaving the bank,
I have already condemned myself, I need ammunition.

Like Beyoncé riding a horse,
Like Taylor Swift with bad boyfriends,
Like Ariana Grande, naive, but no worse,
I'm in love with lands and bounds?

I don't know if I make poetry, songs, or trash,
But I know I'm not going to stop taking and getting ideas,
So if you're not going to do anything, turn on the flash,
Give me the best images of these stories, double the Rihanna's songs.

I don't know how long this shit will last,
But I know it will continue until the end,
And I know it will be faster than I think, You won't see the last one,
What lands and bandages was I talking about?