Simple thoughts
Tend to mold inside the box
Chicken pox
Scratching til i cuttem off
I swear i'm always ill
My HP depleted
Lookin for a potion
If you got it then i need it
Sleepin through the seasons
Walkin through the shadows
Bitch i got my reasons
Why i tend to keep it shallow
Wallow in your filth
Follow through your guilt
I stand up for mine
One to always keep it real
I don't ever mind
All the time
Going crazy
If you seen it through my eyes
You wouldn't blame me
I'm amazed that i seen 18
22 feelin like i'm 80
Born to shoot
Still need help with aiming
Ain't ashamed to admit
In the rain on a trip
You take the pain
Bit by bit
But lately i could never shake it
Hate it
Tile floor stained it
Frame it
Launch me like thompson
Now i'm spacing
Blazing
They don't wanna see you grow up now
But they don't wanna see you fill that ground
What the f*ck am i to do?
What the f*ck am i to do?
Pls cut me loose
Pls cut me loose