L.O.A.J.P.
It’s so cold in Vegas I’m bailing like a broke kid and taking a jet plane to escape the stupid and the annoying. The streets are getting handed back to the trash who want them but don’t deserve them.
I’m outta here before I freeze to death and get yelled at by a sidewalk.
This cold is worse than my ex’s temper. I’m flying out before I turn into a popsicle.
The streets can have their mess. I’m leaving before I become a sidewalk casualty.