rising tides higer bars loving times
they could never beat you;
they rubbed sand in your eyes
and you blinked in there face
bitch-
they can’t keep you down
your standards let them know that they are all clowns
probably should have inserted another noun
but it is what it is
the money makin’ ms
when you take the pop quiz
all the answers are b for back that shit up
i’m about to blowup
take a picture beacuse your makeup
could never look this good buttercup
blow bubbles on them babe
hit them with your cape
they are all just lesser apes
that gave up on their dreams.
i feel bad for them.
Saint's Muse 