Makin’ pizzas, takin’ names
(Look at how fucking fly I look in that hat. I mean, come on, it barely even fits over my dreads.)
My roommate and her boyfriend are in the other building across the way, and I can see his bedroom window from our room, and I’m trying to send smoke signals to them saying, “I WANT PIZZA!” but I don’t think they’re getting them.
Or maybe they don’t understand smoke signals.
I’ll get a flashlight and try morse code.
Makin’ pizzas, takin’ names
(Look at how fucking fly I look in that hat. I mean, come on, it barely even fits over my dreads.)