Ash Wednesday! Broke and Boujie

Written By: Ash Catcher.

​Paranoia to the max. 
No thank you man, I am just trying to relax. 
Pheromones up in your face. 
All your coke n blow are laced. 

Thought you had control over me. 
Well I feel sorry for you, why can't you see: 
You’re just broke and boujie. 
IPA’s all day, and still no bed frame. 

You’re just so broken and boujie. 
Feeling slightly stupid 
Strung out on all the drama. 
I am sorry dude, what is your name again? Did you say Connor? 

All up in your head, and in the clouds.
I hear you don’t have much going for you now. 
Hey man life is short, that's why I look at cows. 

You’re so broke and boujie. 
IPA’s all day and still no bed frame. 
Almost pushing 30. 
Put on display from some cheap lay.
If I look at your face in pictures now, 
All I got to say is wow. 

You’re so broke and boujie 
All of fake ass friends sipping on each other’s kool aid smoothies. 
I don't know if you know this but your piece of work. 
Your antics they just drive me berserk. 
Being with you was a fucking chore. 

Like taking out the trash. 
It's something that I hate.
I know you stay up late looking at my cache. 
If we ever see one another again, I'll chalk it up to fate. 

Sick of all the fakeness in this place. 
Your house of lies is crumbling. 
Cmon just do it, fucking eat a salad. 
This years ending soon, your opinions still are not valid. 
Feel that? It's the universe calling, she is sick of your expanding face, and all the lies. 

Sick of all this broke and boujie 
Ignoring me in public 
But stalking my Insta story. 
You guys like to hoover around me like Sputnik. 
Do you think I wouldn’t find out? 
I knew you were full of yourself, but now I know you just like to reroute. 

Back to all the radicalism. 
All your “Social Anarcho Lives”
Who are you fooling, you grew up in Bucks County
Why are you trying to act Delco all the time? 
You don't have to lie to me anymore, I don’t trust you anyways. 

You’re so broke and boujie 
Strung out on cheap cocaine, and codependent smoothies. 
Lust for breakfast, tasteless, tackiness, trading all your school lunches. 
When are you going to address all those vices, and crutches?