| Somebody tooted in the student commence?
|
| The bell rang, he went home to argued in the comments
|
| I watched the doppler move, I watched a child get introduced to violence
|
| I beat you to the point, my noose is golden
|
| Truer living lonesome
|
| Pugilistic moments
|
| Riveting, come get to know me
|
| At my innermost my family been this anguished misanguished now I need atonement
|
| I set the goal, half my wings is broken
|
| I spread the other for my brodie OD
|
| Tiptoeing too much love
|
| My sister showed in a rut
|
| We getting over sinning up
|
| Living in the moment, you been corrupt
|
| Have some gin and rum
|
| Since a jit I figured what’s the use in giving up
|
| I can’t give enough
|
| Shilajit in my sippy cup
|
| Healing cuts, but really-ly I’m re-filling the pump no concealing it
|
| The Enemy up in arms bearing snubs they just break to see the cup
|
| My memory really leaking blood
|
| It’s congealing, stuck
|
| Pieces in slums, one
|
| Peaking in the dust, weaving
|
| I remember woods
|
| I remember in the, when he wasn’t remembering much
|
| I remember love healing the ruptures
|
| Feeling rushed, grew up quick
|
| Trip around the sun, this my 25th, give it up
|
| Gin and rum
|
| We wasn’t supposed to be alive, no funny shit |