Staying up for this weekend
Loosing up all the defence
My back feels like broken
I can’t stop me from smokin
Like a diamond to a women
Like a demon in your hand
can’t feel my mind
feel what’s mine
feel my mind
Should I smile when I am low
The world are strange so I blow
It’s better to burn out and die
It’s better than rust with LIES
Like a gangster thee roams at night
Like a cheater, run and hide
Gone with a whirl, in a swirl
and chopped real rudely
All by my fingers
All by my self
because I’m so destructive.
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