Life and existence are two different things, you can drink water from a toilet or from a spring. I want a life of meaning, I want it to count, and for that reason I feel like I'm the odd one out, some guys are all talk but are fuck all to shout about. Guys that think a good night is a good fight, roll a spliff, lighter; ignite. The height off class, dripping with swag; half a henry and some rizla in a small Gucci bag. Girls these days pay attention these twats, by all means keep smoking weed and eating Maccies and we'll see where you're at. I don't need Nostradamus to say you'll be Dumb and fat. Your grass will be cut with all kinds of shit, it's not what you're hit with its the size of the hit. Chasing a dragon that doesn't exist, you have kids 'cos fuck it, there worth a few quid. Sitting backwards on a train you can't see what you're doing, only what you did. At the end of the line you'll realise you're not where you want to be and you'll be remembered as baggage by the whole family. But yeah, whatever, have no fucks to give, but YOLO only works if you actually live.
