Unlucky Irish

Harder than ever lighter than a feather Done living with kansas bipolar weather Makin my bones ache an my head hurt Maybe one day this world will just burn Or take a 360 type'a twister swerve turn Making him look yet again like a real jerk But no matter what the ones that got it put in work the ones that dont just sit on the curb an still never learn how absurd spittin out gibberish with these verbs always making sense with his words never to really ever get booty butt hurt wait up until it finally his upcoming turn When playin chicken i never swerve Eventually death will grip us so very ferm If I become a pimp ill needa getta perm Never believe everythin youve ever heard most day I just wanna fly away like a bird without anymore stress its been forever cured no more being alone or bein scared