Life is stressful/my glass is full/pass that kin folk/gas n indo/my eyes is low/this whole poem i wrote in notes is supposed to go with an instro/that no one knows so ill show the download not right now tho back to rhyming about how being down but up in the clouds goes/sounds like im just a pound and a step off the ground blown/into the skies gone/zoomed to the moon boom! will i be found soon? still sippin ciroq on some rocks in a cup of mountain dew my bad to sound rude but ima take this wine wood tip black out to spark then ill be back ready for round 2 blacked out or not like im back out in space as an astronaught im higher than black socks on the legs of a fat thot last thoughts because i have to cough like smelling a strike off a match box my task involves cash a mask after some thrax a black and a sip off the flask...shot