I ain't got but not much, no sir
pack up my life and you could've
fit it in a van
if you was clever enough
feels like you accomplished
something, ain't it?
feels good to cross town
in a van, don't it?
sheeiiiit, reminds me of summer
settling inwards and downwards
feels I might've brought in some old air
stale and dusty, sticks in your nose
like breathing in a mummy
dry coughs, tissues full of sand
the hell is this