paroles de chanson Résumé - 137

Hey, so
Why don't you tell me some things about yourself
Some of your passions or crafts and so on
Also, go over how you deal with rejection and or failure

Alright
I've been writing even since I was inside of the womb
I used my fucking volar pads so I could etch out my truth
You best believe was talking sweet even before I popped a tooth
I grabbed my umbilical cord at birth and strummed a fucking tune

For psychology, I learned from my familial relations
Gleaned from every apology and each frightful situation
Even came from college thinking it could be a future occupation
Whichever way God points the compass I'll walk in that direction

As for teaching
I caught my licks on two fucking continents
But you might be surprised
How much I learned from teaching younger sis
Most of our lives are spent just paying lip service to patience
Never getting in the fucking trenches proving forbearance
And, yes, I'm calling out the parents

Ich kenne drei Sprachen aber ich brauche mehr Übung
Si buscas dominación, no olvides
Opfer Entspannung
I keep a couple skills real close to heart but tucked in my pocket
I'm like Pandora's box-a marvel
But wait till you unlock it

I also program
Got the basics and I got JavaScript
I have scores of things to learn
Afore they lay me in crypt

You'd have to bury me afore you could deprive me of pencil
The kind of picture that I'm drawing doesn't come with a stencil

As for ability taking rejection
And dealing with things that swerve their direction
I sip from the cup of capriciousness each day
Failure's simply a Sherpa on mountain
Defeat is no enemy
Only complacency
Know I the way of its public depiction
But laymen don't know it's a delicacy
I'm fucking ready for what's thrown at me