Blog Post 503
If It No Longer Makes Sense, Then Oh Well Say, I've been out the way, and you've been calling out my name, hoping one day I'll come around, but the truth is, the money is calling my name too loud that everything else has been fading out. There's no room for mistakes or flexing when I know how quickly I can lose all this shit. I need some time to get this cash and call it a night. I know I'll come back to you, but I'm not sure when that time will be, when the money keeps calling for me. You said you'd wait, but I'm afraid there's not enough time in the universe to give to you, by the looks of it. I can go all day without a call or text, only to realize the money is next up, and that's all I got left to understand. You might call it being selfish, but the truth is, love has never been a priority of mine, so I stick to paper chasing, hoping I find my happiness speeding through the night, going 180 down the interstate. I only ever needed one or two...