I feel pain that i used to pray not to return this shit again My lucky part of me Somewhere nearly to the bottom of the see So let me see though the smog of cannabis Excuse me miss, check it up my big pns, My life is fuul of stress, I guess that my mind is in a fuckin mess
I felt like i don't five a damn or fuck My hearet is black and brack. I kiss your lips, excuse me miss, But i need that anyway Just a day before, I was thinkin bout you too more And only you have antidote of my deathly illnes Black hole in the heart I ussually fuck up