I feel like you own I feel you condone it. adolescent shit, saying shit them sentences was never complete. any word that ya speak, any promis to me. how can I care I wanted to be stared at. ya missing my point. bish please hold joint. blood in the soil. my word worth less too you. sent em back crumpled in foil and I know this could work with you. you wanted my fame, you wanted they're favor I aint even your flavor sit back and disable don't slide into my joint I don't want to be close to find you or I are do in time for the rest of our lives.