I cut my teeth on wedding rings in the movies
And I’m not proud of my address, in a torn up town
No post code envy
But every song’s like gold teeth, Grey Goose, trippin’ in the bathroom
Blood stains, ball gowns, trashin’ the hotel room,
We don’t care, we’re driving Cadillacs in our dreams.
But everybody’s like Cristal, Maybach, diamonds on your time piece.
Jet planes, islands, tigers on a gold leash.
We don’t care, we aren’t caught up in your love affair.
Song of the Hour
When I was younger, I would literally grab random items from my cupboard to wear,
throw on my favorite shoes of that week and, go out shopping.
I would not care about making my hair “pristine perfect”…
I was just more concerned with comfort..
And, that is what today’s “share” reminds me of.