Dis can’t phase me
I’m crazy
To late to save me
Fuck recovery
Right now I’m too lazy
Gotta big a big gal, finally leave needle hell, but that’s something
Is this true?
No misconstrued
Hate ensued
After everything else I’ve been thru
I’m made of steel,
Although I feel,
shits too real,
and I’ve been killed
God’s on my side,
he can’t abide their fucked up lies,
how they’ve implied
I’m a junkie,
Guaranteed,
Public hatred for me
too an axe to that tree
disintegrate with their hate
And I’ll use drugs for ever you see
That pin won’t leave me
Oh I love the face, when I taste
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