the paper chase.
the rat race.
whatever you want to call it, i'm a slave to consumerism.
i work the 9-to-5 (or nowadays, the 1-5 am's) chasin that cream, cheese, cake, bread, dough...cash money to buy limited edition, director cut, technologically advanced, bluetooth-enabled, premium bound shit i don't need.
all of this would, with exceptions to other minor factors, would explain why I always seem to be perpetually broke.
but at the end of the day, i'll be perpetually broke with an iPhone and $370 japanese selvedge denim jeans.
hundred dolla make you holla.
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