September 2012
I've been waiting on the sunset Bills on my mindset I can't get deny they're getting high Higher than my income My income's breadcrumbs I've been trying to survive. The gold that the sun gets right a
And I think you hate the smell of smoke You always try to get me to stop But you drink as much as me And I get drunk a lot
Om gud sitter däruppe med nån sorts polygraf gör jag vågor på hans papper som en storm i ett glas. När karmakontot är övertrasserat, det är komplicerat, men jag vet att jag kommer serveras mi