I can write songs better
than 9 so far
so why ain't I rich
no trip to Rome
no little car
it ain't because I won't sell out
I'd do it in a blink
maybe I've got no vision
don't know what else to think
hell yeah I have got no vision
all ways scattershot
and still I come back every day
and give you what I got
so what if I can string words
along better than 9
better than the flavor of the month
whoever's steaming up the incline
better doesn't mean a thing
smarter's worse than worse
haul another stillbirth
off away in song's grim hearse
what
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