What is a girl to do when her stars are misaligned
Her chakras are jacked and wait – her inner chile is pimping
Separation anxiety by shadowing her every move?
Well a girl – eh- this gurl is at Pisstossity Station
About to board a train to Pisstocity Ville
What is a girl to do when her stars are misaligned
And this is not a woe is me rant
This here is a conscious decision
To feel how she feel and fuck it to hell
Ooooooh – her salt runneth over
And it tastes as good as a bag of Cheetos
Spiritually this aint a good look for Hardliner
But crazy is all she gats to work with right now
Here comes the train
As Hardliner hustles into a good spot to board
She spots a familiar face on the opposite platform
That goes ghost in two blinks a wink – against the backdrop of a whizzing train
Sista tries to override the unsettled feeling in her gut
With the affirmation that she is overreaching
Never mind that trickle of pee cruising down her right leg
Umph – not today Jesus
Sista gon catch that rain
Anxiety gats her stomach turning and twisting into a pretzel