I am so weak and soon to die I don't need to question why (So take) Take me over the edge make me lose control What's worse than a wicked rhyme I disperse?
Every little thing that seemed to go wrong
Living life too close to the edge
love to me
Upon the pain getting deeper
Till I didn't love you any more
How you been sneakin out, spent weekends out
ya betta make your mind before I wake ya
I be the mushroom trippin' sippin' shots of Jack
Is what we need to keep us
De la peau
and by the power of my blasphemy,
work at the post office, Fuck You
Along the years
So in the end
And I answer them:
So let that be my curse
melodies-unmakable, pattern-unecscapable,
YouT+re a pearl waiting to be
feel the pain of life yet i still breathe
Girl when you see me you better believe me
I'm surprised to wake and find you