yeah this aint depression this shits limited edition look I dont care that I dont look expensive still got main character syndrome and dont find it offensive same fit but with a fresh mood thats too infectious dont worry they just stare because the vibes excessive damn up late again like the day didnt invite me alarm still going but my pants chose violence left legs twisted and the rights stuck inside it put my phone on flight mode while looking for the silence man, one sock might be missing but this fit still timeless dust as the drawers open like museum exhibits and its the same six tops from three different crisis been on a ten year rotation and still cant decide which and my black jeans might be faded but bro I still call that stylin crease in the tee with a stain on the shoulder an Im looking in the mirror like “yeah man, thats cosure scientists and leaders all grow their own cultures" while my hairs poking up but never had it to lose composure ... but Im damn gorgeous andll still roll up so bring the camera closer quick sniff test twice cos Im quality checking this shit boxers passed barely so theyre getting selected for it mrs says no but my egos rejecting that bish and walk past her slow like the scenes been directed for me I dont care that I dont look expensive still got main character syndrome and dont find it offensive same fit but with a fresh mood thats too infectious dont worry they just stare because the vibes excessive downstairs quiet for once but no snacks in the cupboard but one stale wrap and brown sauce with no cover but Im down with that lets see what bacteria there is to discover I munch it up get the back door open get the back door shut into my freedom wake and bake wonders but Im not a bum shut up Im just smoking it for spiritual healing and the neighbour looks out the window like “there he goes again” but I just I wave like the pope and people been waiting to see him dressing gown on flapping cos Im the king of the garden got ash on my slippers while looking for the roach card and dale texts “you out tonight you smoking power” I opened it stared at it and then sat there for like an hour smoking the same old smoke from the same old flower in the same old position as the sun hit my face with perfect precision and the fucker got me squinting like Im losing my vision I finally text Dale back like “yeah mofucker, Im active” but instantly regretted it cos now I need the tactics cos I told the mrs we were chillin but its early and my silly brains far way too reactive but shes cool says its fine she aint got me a captive but I know in her head she want to put her restraining skills into practice hyped myself up for a little smoke up session so I checked my reflection like Im due on television same gown same slippers but stood with sexy conviction like my dude “this aint depression this shit is limited edition” typed “gonna set off at six ish” but thats optimistic I aint moved yet just writing songs on suno thinking Im being artistic dale rang twice but my high ass just stared at the digits then I clocked the time and ... how the fuck is it already quarter past 6, shit ... my main character moment just been avoiding commitment I dont care that I dont look expensive still got main character syndrome and dont find it offensive same fit but with a fresh mood thats too infectious dont worry they just stare because the vibes excessive so I text Dale back like “meant seven ish, my bad” like that was always the plan and not a stoner moment I had mrs looked up and said “really You going out like that” “what” but she gives me that look so I had to go back up stomped upstairs like Im in my villain arc stupid bedroom stupid mess find clothes in the dark put my trackies on only worn them twice this week and thats basically fresh if you dont inspect the knees couldnt find socks so I robbed the kids drawer to borrow and found two that matched so dashed mine back down on the floor for tomorrow doubt Dale will even notice the dinosaurs cos theyre mostly black so Im calling that a cure came back down with my chest all proud like “yeah, come on then, rate me now” mrs looked once and didnt even laugh just said “did you even change cos you still look like ass” “cool, thats my fashion you wouldnt understand it” patting down pockets so I dont pull trash out in transit put rizla in the left, lighter in the right phone on charge cos the fuckers on nine cigs in my hand then I lost them again found them in the garden where I stupidly left them dale texts “you set off” I said “basically, yeah” while stood in the hallway doing nothing again I dont care that I dont look expensive still got main character syndrome and dont find it offensive same fit but with a fresh mood thats too infectious dont worry they just stare because the vibes excessive I dont care that I dont look expensive © 2026 Hotwife of Pi. 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