Walking down the street sketchers on my feet i kinda like this beet it’s real neat thoughts in my head some want me dead I’m gunna go to bed •I kinda want some cornbread• I’m so happy that I’m well fed but for some reason I should be dead tell me why I get left on read it’s like I only have one real friend What ever happened to friends till the end? Talking is hard but I’m not I’m real goofy I’m about to make a movie sponsored by chewy everyone saying who’s he? Even when they knew me