You dont want beef with the boys dont repeat all that noise im on course strait encore like i bought this from the depth of ocean distressed and i was broken but know this ill own the throne kid choke on the jokes that you own bitch roll in it im strollin and see a stone thrown man i turn around i start throwing out all my bars its a way to cope i get too damn cut in my own mental jokes black out need heads to toast. but fuck far out i need seperation a short duration like aeration saturated in this fuckin dome doesnt feel like home never feel at home lot and alone fucked in he head they chose what they chose should i go ghost mind tells me yes guild tells me know jump in hole shit doesnt get old like your digging for gold