Flying really blows, But must get paid
No cuts, no deals-yuck, no royalties
So in sales I'm stuck, till I'm eighty
Thursday I'll be back, Then start again
I'll pluck, strum, and hack, Edit again
Find rhyme and a hook, Chorus and verse
In my soul I'm shook, With this darn curse
Warning this should be, To all of you
Don't end up like me, (for the love of all things holy you big dummies) Please stay in school
Thank you. That is all.
Still delayed.
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