hanging pretty low

It’s a hard job. It’s like walking around with your d!ck out. You put your whole life on the line for the next record. Your heart races at the thought of it. The way it looks, the way it sounds… “Shit! Y’all been working THIS long on THAT!?” THAT’S the LAST thing you wanna hear! It’s crushing. “Why’d you do that!?” “Why didn’t you say this?”, “Why didn’t you sing this note?” Horrific! My life, my heart, my soul….here you go people! When the next record comes out, I’m hangin’ my d!ck out, we all are. And the more I listen to this one, the less I worry about it.