Back on My Bullshit

’96 Bulls // Kota the Friend

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

Runaway Self-Hatred

“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.”

Peanut Butter Vibes

Gooey // Glass Animals

Right my little pooh bear, wanna take a chance?
Wanna sip the smooth air, kick it in the sand?
I’ll say I told you so but you just gonna cry
You just wanna know those peanut butter vibes

My, my simple sir, this ain’t gonna work
Mind my wicked words and tipsy topsy slurs
I can’t take this place, no I can’t take this place
I just wanna go where I can get some space