I just graduated high school.
The prologue to every story that takes place after high school.
So you know that I'm unique.
I like doing and making,
Creating things that look pretty,
Cause I hate talking so instead
I make up a cute diddy.
But what if diddys aren't your style?
And I still need green?
There's a thin line between
My morals and greed.
So trust what I say,
And think I'm so dandy.
I'm a stranger.
You know better than to reach for the candy.
They say the motion of the ocean
Is the one you should look for.
But when I'm in your moms bed,
You know I'm all up in her... butthole.