Cognac

Its your last day here

Isn't that some kind of cliche

This that he said she said you won't miss me

When the rain falls do you stop

Tick-Tock, this clock is slowing down

It's like a merry go round

But speed it up for a minute, yeah I couldn't get enough of you for the longest

I know its lust but I don't want to be strong now

I was hanging on but now I'm falling down

A vagabond, a bastard son, you know what I want, this a career verse

This that real shit that make your tear jerk

And fears the worst but thankfully I got Prozac