STATIC.
I’m just watching the world go by. People are busy, rushing to their jobs, rushing to their families. I’m just… here. Staring at the neon lights. I feel like static on an old TV. Just a bunch of noise that no one really listens to.
I’m doing the same things, day after day. It’s like I’m stuck in a loop of a broken video game. Does Biga Bosso ever change his shirt? Does my apartment ever get warmer? The answers are: no, and also, no. I’m just living for the weekend, and the weekend is just for sleeping.