Day 17 (Interlude)

I know I know what’s wrong with me, I keep chasing the pesos I should be, chasing after halos I should be, embracing what I was made for My vanities got me standoffish, like in Waco Insanity tendencies, they think I’m a psycho I might make the choppa sing, like a fuckin’ pave low I might make the choppa sing sing sing sing sing sing Locked in quarantine, on day 17 Locked in quarantine, on day 17 Locked in quarantine, on day 17 Locked in quarantine, on day 17