The God Piñata.

Everytime I hear a cough

I just wanna run off,

And throw my phone across the room;

Honestly,

I've already done it;

I wrote it, but didn't wanna

I'm woke, but been nodding off,

I been shoveling bread and pasta into my big fat

African American Native Alaskan pie hole

Bye Hoe,

I told a lie, I'm an idol

No, I don't follow, I just buy those

So why go outside

When inside, I can die old?

I'm not suicidal, I'm vitally no-polar

Cause I know there's no shoulder to cry on;

I wish that I could rely on a guy but every time that I try,

He turns the lights off—

Huh.