Iman Omari
THE ANGST SONG
I always tell myself that I don’t miss you

Deep down I must’ve thought I missed you
Other than that naw, I don’t miss you (x)


You messed up my life and I swore that you meant to

Now I’m back going, mind sharp like pencils

Heart cold, ice cold like igloos
Talk bold, get stole and spit on

High school sucks, pissed off but still cool
Supreme where’s my money?

Pay up or get pissed on
I’m tired of getting bullied

Today’s the day you might get got
I brought a new knife to school

Buddy don’t get caught
And you took my girl and ima rip you a new one

Speaking of my girl, she still choosing she moved on…
Hoes will be hoes, I can’t takе it they’re lukewarm