Don't you ever wanna hideaway?
Side and triumph in the eyes of rain.
Won't give a fuck about tomorrow if I die today.
I'll greet the Devil with a smiling face.
Shit, that God fell on me, reside in space.
As time's a wasting I'm free basing with freemasons.
My girl switching the locks,
The keys keep changing.
Dreaming of places,
My own personal creation.
If there's a party in Heaven,
I plan to leave wasted.
YOU ARE READING
The Star Room
PoetryI do not own any of the shit, it's a song owned by my husband, Mac Miller. Enjoy the work of art, bitches.
