Hi
My name is rob
And I want to tell you something
Something about life
I had just ordered 4 big ass pizzas from the intra net
And was pumped as hell
The day before they arrived
It was a friday and I took a shower
The next day when the pizzas showed up
I was so clean
I figured eating all 4 pizzas would be killer
I was wrong as fuck
After I chewed up the last slice
I was sitting at home reading some magazines
About 40 seconds pass and I start feeling really strange
Is this really life
Or is this
A dream about life
At this point I pretty much knew I fucked up because 4 pizzas?
Are just 4 pizzás
I was really worried
I managed to put on some songs on my portable freestyle machine
The feeling I felt
Was not a good feeling
It was the worst feeling I've ever had
The universe was literally splitting apart into slices
And each slice
Felt like swords to my head
Shit was fucking crazy.
A few songs pass and my head problems keep getting more intense
I soon stop being able to understand why consuming 4 pizzas
Sounded like something useful to do
I get caught in this thought and keep repeating
'This doesn't matter'
'This does not matter'
I spent what must have been an eternity
Second guessing my decisions
And once I realized I was trapped I started to freak the fuck out
I sprinted out of the fucking door
The one thing that could save me from this shit man
It doesn't make sense
♪
Everything was going to be good again
I just need
Sweet pachouli
Lovely Julie and weed
Conversations with someone that isn't me
(Never gonna happen)
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Night came in like the tightest box I've seen