We used to fight for building blocks
Now we fight for blocks with buildings that make a killin'
The closest of friends when we first started
But grew apart as the money grew and soon grew black-hearted
Thinkin' back when we first learned to use rubbers
He never learned, so in turn I'm kidnappin' his baby's mother
My hand around her collar, feedin' her cheese
She said the taste of dollars was shitty, so I fed her fifties
About his whereabouts I wasn't convinced
😱 I kept feedin' her money 'til her shit started to make sense 😱
Who could ever foresee?
We used to stay up all night at slumber parties
Now I'm tryna rock his bitch to sleep
All the years we were real close
Now I see his fears through her tears
Know she's wishin' we were still close
Don't cry, it is to be, in time
I'll take away your miseries and make it mine, D'evils
Started a journal for the first time in my life recently. Actually game changing, I see now why it’s one of the most common self help practices… like what do you mean I’ll remember to do stuff if I simply take physical note of it? HAHAHA.
Super generic answer but once I made my account last year I realised how poor apps like Twitter etc. are for communicating ideas. Like you can barely form a thought under 200 characters, let alone host an interesting discussion.
Substack certainly has its pitfalls & the notes side of the app can be a little mindless but overall it really encouraged me to follow through on ideas & discussions & journalling more often!
