It was my last cardboard. I was finally moving. New york, bye bye baby. You, your gorgerous lights, your lit people and your fucking roughness. I'm done with you. If I stay, you are going to eat me alive. I'm not ready to give up. I aint gon lie, you been good to me sometimes. But I can't stay.
Im only 25 and I feel like im 40. I just hope LA will be sweeter than your taste. Sour ass city.
Fresh start baby.
