Seeker

You can never say who you associate with

If you're living with a wedded witch

And you're giving her eleven clicks

While you're bedding every therapist

But you couldn't say you'd pass it on to your kids

If the middle isn't frivolous

And he's swimming in what isn't his

But your gut'll never listen to cucks who couldn't muster up enough to show you winning

And never the rich ones living bluffs inside their family's broken business

But what you give up…is it enough? It's just your sanity and circles