Cafe en ayunas

Another day I wake up and the morning coffee tastes like sadness
Where I have no choice but to let tears fall on the table, on my knees
To puke in the toilet, here no one prays
It's been a while since I felt this way, all pent up wanting to screw a whore
Damn music, so deceitful, I sought you as salvation, you brought me closer to the fire

The law came looking for my wallet, but the only bags full are my dark circles

When I take the first hit, everything seems fun, lying on the couch, smelling like rot
While the lo-fi beats caress my senses with dirty Jordans like a farmer's feet
Running through the streets from those killer snitches

And I wanted to grow up, woman, but today I'm a slave to my passions
And even though I don't hang out on the corner with the bald heads
I still roll with the same crew, drugs in my pants
The Rivotril ain't hitting, the flowers have wilted
I see a gray tone, almost all the colors
I ignore the greetings from the traitors
And crush with my poetry those who claim to be better

The underground stinks of weed, side hustles, and cops, like the perfume of the skank carrying a few
And Jeremiah was right, the traitor was among my crew
Eating my food and drinking my cold ones
Who would’ve thought? I found happiness under the sole of my Converse

I gave that bitch my heart, but she preferred to keep my bomber jacket
Call me Dirty Elegance in case you forget my name
In case you forget my name, you bitch