King of Minneapolis Pts. III & IV Bomb the Music Industry!

[Pt. III. OK Hangover]

My god
I woke up on the floor of a famous Minneapolis rapper (whose name will go unmentioned.)
I didn't crush the cat
No one wrote "dick" on my forehead
I wasn't seeing stars, I was seeing cigarettes and 1990's compact discs
I didn't even feel depressed like every other day that I wake up

I wouldn't trade it for the world, I would trade it for way less
Just a parking spot and a place to call my home
I'm always waking up hating that life ain't perfect
Despite what they say, my mistakes AREN'T worth it
But fuck it, I got through today
I can get through tomorrow

We lost a tire, but we put it back on
I lost the love of my life, holy shit, I got a better one
I lost a couple of my favorite shirts and favorite friends
I lost my favorite band
I feel like I have lost my mind and people tell me "this is fine."
Still, I feel shitty every time I try to fucking fall asleep at night

I wouldn't trade it for the world, I would trade it for way less
Just a parking spot and a place to call my home
I'm always making mistakes that are never worth it
Despite what they say, I hate that life ain't perfect
But fuck it, I got through today
I got a few more tomorrows