What are you?
Cause although IV no type you don’t fit the mold.
The dimensions of my deluded attentions,
seem to be un-adjust to you.
Like a cookie dough I liked
but didn’t fit in the cutter.
I doubt you know what you are in for.
Country accent,
trailer trash beckham fashion addicted.
Tattooed figured money talking
mean walking but sweet talking guy.
I dunno if i know what im in for.
But i’m been on enough rides.
To know sometimes,
all you gotta do is try it.