Etcetera

I wanted to be everything I never was
But depression’s got me high, there’s not a better buzz
So I may never love, cuz there’s a better drug
Plus she never does… etcetera, etcetera
Maybe I could fuck it off if it would get me over
Maybe Nikki fell in love because she met me sober
I remember we were fucking on a leather sofa
Now we’re getting older, they’d love to say I told ya
So I’m tryna get in range of that new Range Rover
All that shit was never cool, but I still stayed kosher
A whole lot of shit’d change if I changed over
Now all I think about is death, every day’s closer
I left all my exes with the same closure
Revenge has been a friend, I know it ain’t supposed tuh
Regret has been a threat that I still can’t smolder
God I need a shoulder, but I’d take an answer
Is this shit a gift, or is this shit a cancer
Alyssa says I’m stiff, but she’s a fucking dancer
I shouldn’t put that bitch inside my written stanza
Damnit Dan, we caught that bitch pulling her pants up
Used to ball just for the one, or ‘til they cut or banned us
You were stand up, now you don’t stand much
Dummy you handcuffed, you joined the fan club
You ran your bands up, but you fucked the fam up
I still slide to 895 and get my dick drained
She ain’t like me back in school, oh well, I’m guessing shit changed
I just gave that bitch the 101 until I switched lanes
It’s funny how the script change
I find it ironic you don’t call back, then
When you see me, still approach me like it’s all daps, man
I’m still rocking all my jerseys and my ball caps, man
I can see you springing forward, I’ll just fall back
Don’t you dare go text my phone if it’s in all caps, bitch
My short patience ain’t been nothing but a tall task, bitch
If that’s not direct, then tell me what you’d call that, bitch
I’m not all that, bitch, but I’m all facts… bitch
Look, I wanted to be everything I never was
But depression’s got me high, there’s not a better buzz
So I may never love, cuz there’s a better drug
Plus she never does… etcetera, etcetera