camping in alaska why cant i be snowing (acoustic sort of) (shit)

and i listened ta pump fake 3000 times n wished i could find mah place, mah generation. chillin home alone afta a gangbangin fuckin shitty sheezy where no one flossed up like they holla d they would. and now we re grown ups. we re fuckin grown up. wit a funkyass bummed up swan cold lil woo wop wasted on closed ears. fuck dis fuck every last muthafuckin thang no one even cares i wish they would care. i hope dat i die so gangstas might dig tha joints i write, and wrote. the dopest lines i eva wrote, i m n