Rusty Halo

Your street cred is starting to topple
Your hand is tight around a bottle
Of frothing ego, that you drank away last night
Making sure your rusty halo was clean out of sight

You called your big book Writhe and Tussle
But you gave up without a struggle
Skipped the hardship, did your road trip, and just let rip
And still your car crash somehow made number one

Don’t forget who you are
Don’t forget where you’re from
Just because you got so big and bold
You ain’t too tall to come back to the fold