I mean.. I ain't ugly.. and IRL, on the low low, you're on the level I'd go home with drunk, but ghost and have to ignore texts from for a month.
Thankfully that cross eyed thing you got going on would make you see my address wrong adding extra 0's and shit.
Tell all my friends about 'ol crosseyes won't stop texting me'
You're right. I have a lot to live for. It's easy to take life for granted. God saw fit to give me a car, a full time a job, two working eyes that point at the same place.