got me feelin old in my bed,
watching myself grow like mold on some bread.
But check the date, im not exspired,
matter fact more inspired,
so that brings me here at 5 AM and I aint even tired.
Chronic cough and heave,
get it off my chest and leave
like the knife you tried to kill me with
but I wear my heart up on my sleeve
I dont follow prose, yeah im fuckin with the stanzas
And the NY above my brim doesnt mean im fuckin with Costanza
But I guess im curious like George is
not that monkey on my back,
still an animal
Who wants a girl that is gorgeous
Yeah this is really random,
saying things that at many wouldve scoffed
But next time get your money up, before
you offer just a penny for my thoughts
this has been a look into the elaborate mind of Bowtie Jones
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