(qu'est-ce que c'est, que ca va, cassandra)
they call me a liberal cunt but I can see right through that front. how do they not see the irony, i thot That was the point of freedom of speech. it must be a powerful seat to be entirely hostility losing your shit from the jump. its a matter of when not if, I told you i’m so over this. They call me (cass) cassandra I’m a next level of crazy, how can i break my promises if you wont even let me
I don’t need you to see me go apeshit, fucking rage quit, flip a table over like a bad bitch, tryna fix the status quo like a ghost itch at the same time im really not tryna get into it. I can lie like my dad never knew his grandkids by name even when he said Jupiter was his lightning in a Holst-er. but We can both say we don't know enough about politics then debate till we’re blue red smacked in the face. You can tell that mcconnell i’m calling to tell him his mamas a son of a mitch. I, man i love being a libtard, Get the fuck over yourself, Ron. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again you can spite me on insta and still be my friend. But he sure didn’t give a good 45th damn about the quality of your life. It's home alone but it's worse than birdemic, even Tommy Wiseau knows what you spoke barely scratches towards anything remotely academic. not quickly enough written off. I’m so mad at you and the shit you pull I have to clench my jaw just to hold back the bull.
shit, try to tame the bullet, try to bite before i pull it. pull the pin out like i might Still get that feeling, if i look like a patriot all i see is my home burning down. and-when-i start spewing it's-more-like we’re learning you’ve always been dormant with rabies. The anger that raised me is making me ask how deep does deep south have to be to be an even deeper deep south conspiracy like the 1906 epicenter - became the first love of the agenda setter how many families never come back together. I mean, if life gives you lemons then we got beef. only took you gen-c 19 to realize it’s not about the one percent of us, it's about The Last of Us. What, we don’t deserve the vaccine? but we don’t throw money like we paid off the local police to have a block party when you Got a hot tub and a flatscreen in the backseat but your boyfriend called me playstation. try to switch me. but he can’t touch me I pwn the insane difficulty. It's just a uniform but the camou is just as foreign to you and your army. what the fuck do you need me to prove to you? how the fuck am i supposed to get through to you? you best be behind so you can stay bulletproof because then, then, only then will be when I, I will be through with you
(qu'est-ce que c'est, que ca va, cassandra)
it's a matter of when not if, I told you i’m so over this. They call me (cass) cassandra I’m a next level of crazy, How can i break my promises if you’re the one who makes me
it’s not like we’ve got a lot time to fuck around right now disavow accountability to hack the public consensus, consent to content all you know how to prove is how stupid is Cupid if he keeps you kissing ass up to Vladimir Putin. you made me a fine line between a confident constantly combined confidant concubine lobotomy sucker punch now you believe me? I clipped the wings of the archangel michael and nicknamed that mother comer fucking scorsese. so what's changed, this horror movie out on the everyday streets finally or that there’s so much division when all you needed was a warning before the internal incision, pandemic post 2020 vision, simply put capitalism an inherent regressive, and I shouldn’t have to find a dumber way to express it but you can keep complaining like all you gentleman are really just still on-the-rag. keep complaining like Obama’s yo mama and Michelle be your father But don't tell me not to fight like I don't understand the core components of both the left and the right shadows. try to tell me not to fight when I might explode into a iNvalid iNfidel supernova. I know im sure i still shouldn’t bother when you were your own enemy you couldn't control the world around you so lets all revolve around you but I’m the one to blame for this ending
They call me cass cassandra I’m a next level of crazy, How can i break promises if you’re the one who makes me (qu'est-ce que c'est, que ca va, cassandra)