“you don’t know how Lucky you are, boy.
White album -Back in the USSR.
Woke up with that line in my head. Fun fact,that song is a dis track on the Beach Boys.
The Beatles paved the way for gangster rap.
And what I take away from it is,,
You don’t know how bad it can be out there.
You ought to be sucking fate’s dick for those cards in your hand.
You got dealt a flush,dumb fucker, and your bitch ass is out here complaining.
And elsewhere,mother fuckers got real problems,not this bullshit you’re on about.
Real problems…
These truths are happening at the exact same time I’m shopping for guitar cabinets..
Yeah man…
Life is really hard.
And unfair.
😂😂😂😂
Go fuck yourself.
You don’t know how lucky you are.
It don’t get nothing but worse for you, simp.
Delta flush.
With a rebel yell.
Happily ever after in the marketplace.
Here come ole’ flat-top.
Here comes the sun.
Norwegian Wood is about John Lennon setting this chick’s bed on fire after he banged her and she went to work.
What a dick.
All you know about me is what I sold ya,dumb fucker.
I sold out long before you ever even
Heard.
My.
Name.
I sold my soul to make a record, dip shit
And.
You.
Bought.
Onnnnneee!
(none of these lines are mine, eternal credit to the artists that penned them)
I like it when I wake up with music in my head.
After a lifetime of absorbing music, I notice themes will show up at unexpected times.
Whatever vibe I’m syncing into has an antidote, I just don’t always know which song it is.
But it appears, my subconscious does.
Which is pretty fuckin Cool.
Next, I wonder if natural selection is trying to get rid of you.
You think it works like that?
Steven Hawkins body and mind seem to be at war with each other.
Which is bananas.
Magnus carlsen got to be the most down syndrome looking m*********** I’ve ever seen in my life,
Beat your ass on a chess board though.
Well now,,,I’ve got some advice for you, little buddy…
Before you point your finger,you should know that I’m the man…
Pour out half a blueberry Red Bull,for the homies….
I didn’t even want it..
Probably 20 fucking grams of sugar on the ground..
For the ants..
I do it for the ants.
—
(mother nature is trying to weed you out)
We tell that bitch “try harder”.
You’ll get me tomorrow,but not today , lil bitch .
dawn 