"I used to give a fuck, now I can give a fuck-less."
What do I think of success, wait it's the wrong subject,
I think my set is good, until the third club hits,
Then my success turns into over my budget,
After awhile I have to suspect my game has no substance,
Used to make smart plays, now I succumb to dumbness,
At the table I suffer from numbness,
I get comfortable, so much so I get undressed,
They bend me over, penetrate me with the hard deck,
I'm a Target, I paint my own bullseye, dead center,
Of my heart, it gets cut with diamonds,
'Till I bleed like hymens, 'cept my cherry's been popped,
I ain't runnin', I been got, like Cam'ron I been shot,
Now I'm runnin' in the red, shit, when will this stop?
I used to give a fuckless, now I give a fuck,
And that's the only reason I'm losin', let's flip-flop,
Then maybe I'll get back in shape, tip-top.
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Sounds like a rough night for u buddy, but I made 175 profit at aaron's house.
Now what do I think of success, it's nice to know my game is not a mess, a few weeks back full of stress, gettin' bad beats with a fuckin frozen deck, plus muckin' sets, what'd they forget, haven't played a hand in a hour, raise with power, and still get no respect, get called by a couple of cards that connect, and then i lose and i say in my head ";LAKDFIOGH;KJ;KVLNW EIOFHG O;ASIJFOAISEWJ NIWEAOI;JF!!!!!!!"
I got my game back, plus I'm crushing the omaha now boy!!
Ryan
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