Текст песни Afterword - M. Spoon

Put my thoughts on a pad and got addicted so fast
Like an alcoholic yawin' yeah I gotta hit the flask
Although in the beginning I admit it was so sad
2018 Arthur Miller yeah I know I really crashed

Too scared to kill myself could never do the task
Three years later gettin paper copped a bag I'm back
Once was so tragic, and now we just mad lit
Influence the masses put mama on Sax's 5th
But you gotta see things like these were meant to be
Never thought I'd make it out CT off Portland Street
Grinded for my shit but partially I got lucky
Cuz I still know desperate n that will fein do anything
Out there stuck in Waterbury it get scary North Main Street
Where n squeeze to make some cheese cuz baby daughter gotta eat
Pay the landlord and the heat
Bookie on my ass all week
How I'm gonna take these ends and make 'em meet, I guess we'll see