You're not fooling anyone with your big, tanned biceps and your neon cutoff shirts.
Get off your mom's couch, go sell for Vivent, then come home, buy a truck, and return home for mom's home cooked dinner. And your Star Wars sheets.
You're not making millions of dollars, releasing albums being the Cool Kids, you're the tight kids. You're tight bro.
The only thing tighter than you is the photos you take of yourself in the mirror.
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