Never felt late 'till the end of the monthĪnd now a life is in my body cause you wanted to cumĪnd, why am i thinking that we can can find love inside lust Only twenty two looking down the barrel of a 22 ![]() Yelling out "Please I can't take no more"Īnd he's yelling out " fuck you, you cunt you whore" That despite she might leave him for a guy with a tie and a job He'd tell her that he love her but he beat her every night, with a pipe He'd tell her that he love her but he wanna see her cry Or a pick of a chest called him bitch and a mess Only been asked about passin the blunt to the left Just to ruin, a silicone kingdom with you, with you ![]() I'm tired of losing my faith and then looking to fake to replace all my feelings within I. I thought I could find them in bottles of gin
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