camping in alaska - why can’t i be snowing? (acoustic sort of) (shit)

and i listened ta pump fake 3000 times n’ wished i could find mah place, mah generation. chillin home alone afta a gangbangin’ fuckin shitty sheezy where no one flossed up like they holla’d they would. and now we’re grown ups. we’re fuckin grown up. wit a funky-ass bummed up swan cold lil’ woo wop wasted on closed ears. fuck dis fuck every last muthafuckin thang no one even cares i wish they would care. i hope dat i die so gangstas might dig tha joints i write, and wrote. the dopest lines i eva wrote, i’m not worthy ta pronounce yo’ syllables. now we’re awake n’ starin all up in tha cieling, i know itz hard when yo ass is lil’ n’ you feel as if tha ghetto is closin up in around yo thugged-out ass. now we’re awake up in different buildings, n’ on different sidez of town, i know i be thinkin bout you much mo’ than you be thinkin bout mah dirty ass. why can’t i be snowing, why can’t you fuckin ludd me biatch? cuz i ludd you yo,