I’m right here

In plain writing

Oops you missed it

The fine print

Didn’t take the hint

My conditions far from mint

You can’t even see through

This tint

After a two week stint

Buying out the bars

Pulling over cop cars

Arresting the police

Becuase they didn’t see me

As clearly as could be

Im Erica

That will never change

Yeah you could say I’m derranged

But thats just your 2 cents

And i don’t want your spare change

I once was lost

And never found

Find my sanity under the ground

Lost in a mole hill

With time to kill

Training my thoughts to endure

Willing myself to be more pure

Yeah I’ll see you at the finish line

If you can make it that far

I don’t need no car

Cause i can drive you all crazy

Without one

Cuz im the number one

The one that’ll haunt your dreams

Now tell me do you now see

That little writing at the bottom of the page

Yeah I’m crazy it comes with age