i lost me, my soul closed i don't know, what you about me think i buy Black j, flood my gullet by it give me weeds, whiskey and money trubles fuck me everyday, every night too i don't say you about them, i told cool in me live 2 men, and they fight forever but i with my 2 men fly on airplane you don't understand, why i ever nervous it's all because door of my soul closes life is game and i lose here I believe only the music ever
I've lost me in the fuckin world, but fond new style he loves bitch, likes dirt, loves money what do you think yet about me, i don't life in da ghetto, but i have fuckin' problem