Back on my bullshit, I was down bad They was kickin’ me when I was on my ass Now I’m back on my bullshit, every day, I grow Meditatin’ on the bluff when I’m low Said I’m back on my bullshit, dealin’ with the shame Let it go and told the devil get away Now I’m back on my bullshit, glad I made it home I was low but you know I never fold, bitch, yeah
“A degree of regret may sometimes be helpful: it can help us to take stock of errors and avoid the worst of the pitfalls next time. But runaway self-hatred serves no useful purpose whatsoever; it is, in its masochistic way, an indulgence we can’t afford.
We may be foolish, but this doesn’t single us out as particularly awful or unusual, it only confirms that we belong to the human race, a fact for which we deserve limitless sympathy and compassion.”
She just want head in the mornin’ She just wanna lay in the daylight She ain’t tryna do no fallin’ Don’t want love if it ain’t right Walk on the beach on Sunday afternoon To make her feel alive Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah