Bling, Bling, Bling
Bling, bling, bling,
How I sung your praises when I was in that lost state,
I thought having it all meant showing how I was great,
Mistaken as I was , trying to let material determine my fate,
Little did I know,
It will never last as long as my glow,
As I go,
Looks don't have anything to do with my flow.
All the money I did spend,
Just to have a taste, like my kin.
If I knew what I know now my friend,
I could have had the good life, that would not have had to end.
I blew it, I blew it,
I cant blame anyone, I'm just in my own pit.
Now I'll stay true to my self,
I know it's better for my mental health.
I see now there is no kit , to help you with what life spits.
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