Written & Produced by: Trevor Lewis Ever had a memory been deservedly let loos from a dry from your own bleed, pain lit , thunder struck, call it mentally fucked up, drounded Then left with nothing, for all the cap twisted n frontin I could tell ya about how not to live for the 2 cents if you'd want some... as i keep rightin song, as the ride goes on & on... while wrighten another song..... The tale of takes, no showing face against raged built pain, stuck on laced, tore out frame, walking stuck ball n chain, all the is same lives in 50 / 50 split dog half deliberate craze, just to keep ilideriaed craze tamed in world dealing less day's n that by day in n out in the rain... umbrella time's, dear God when will it stop? this boys tierd, chained n tied, mistaked love, loyalty, sane, reality, pain, and insane for seperait while in all reality it's current stream runs together like that of a desk on grain, doc says, tell me what you visualize in that of grain came optimistic brought up differently let of non relief ponder would or even could ever be n if just becoming became gotta drop a hat to that of pain made let loos from a dry from your own bleed, pain lit , thunder struck, call it mentally fucked up, drounded Then left with nothing, for all the cap twisted n frontin I could tell ya about how not to live for the 2 cents if you'd want some... as i keep rightin song, as the ride goes on & on... and it's all night long..... Never look low while standing high, only look high while standing low, use n ad rope for the out pull, alastical bounce made filt task less full, from started the squeeze to never let gone, give just one more go around of a go, n ask God forever keep never sweat caused drop squeeze extensions extended reach, wit new revolutionary revolve of amended wind, from da 5th ta audiences wit few freinds n provide me no umbrella just ta hold n see wripped, send ta sent, translate for the miss less non miss more blastfamiss of any personal matter to object's n bottom line a none of a kind objective to this for a cared less, happy traveling trips, Yours simply truck cab sets, no existen't in the world you live believe when said, just my life makes cold sick, ill wit no flame ta be lit until I say fuck it...n take a couple sticks creat a spark from friction in dis bitch I'll be damed if I die cold coughed from sick. so ya its like this Call it mentally fucked up, drounded Then left with none for all the cap twisted n frontin I could tell ya about how not to live for the 2 cents if you'd want some... if so hit replay n take a seet some. and I'll tell ya about how not to live for the 2 cents if you would want some...