ice is over
here is the plan
we're traveling there from land to land
where's the monkey that i've been told of?
look at the money as it burns through my hands
im dancing for dollars
for a fancy man
i don't like when i dislike my friends. especially the ones from home.
but they are all stuck there, kind of stuck in high school. nothing is going for them. a part of me wants to keep the friendships but another part of me wants to cut them off. they are a block to my creativity and progress. is that worth sacrificing though? they make me mad, they seem immature. i notice their immaturity. its nothing outlandish, just small things. moral things that my parents taught me to do right but they
