I don’t know.
What the fuck is up with me.
Can’t stop building up everyone around me.
Specially under the influence.
I give ’em sixteen tons of you are so good.
You are unique.
Do you have any idea how fortunate you are?
And what then they do?
They just sit there. Say nothing.
As if they were stunned.
Disbelieving and so saying lotsa nada.
Thank you, friend.