Welcome to my world. It's a misfit chuckle for the hour. I slave away quite impressively in the morning only because I am a coward. I can't be trusted. Don't ask me for favors. So here I am on your doorstep, slow-crept, holding a bouquet of flowers. I can admit, shit, it's been some days. Living in the shade, I could probably use a shower. I robbed a bank once, but I gave the money to my neighbors.

Welcome to my world. It's a misfit chuckle for days. I misbehave to your dismay, only because I am a slave. Don't even try, 'cause this is me, and I don't care. I'm as shallow as an unmarked grave. As false as a L. A. bedroom stage. I can admit, that I'm the shit, and I can blame it on my parents. That's how I was raised. I pulled the plug once on my best friend to amend a life that wasn't there.

I know that you know.

Smokestack, blackjack, fat stack, cash back
There is an emptiness hidden in this road map
Toe tap, take-back, hashtag, democrat
I know that you know that I know I shouldn't say that

I know that you know.

Welcome to my world. It's a misfit chuckle for a lifetime. In my free-time, I commit crime. Laid out to fade out, I made out with a peace of mind. While I stayed out, shit got played out on the surface of my mind. There is no doubt that we sold out, and in time, I'm certain she'll be fine. In the meantime, as I write rhymes, I create a house of cards out of lies. I'll destroy relationships until they die. I cross my heart and hope to live. A lie is all I have to give. You can be the one to stick the needle in my eye.