ringing head like doorbells i can tell she can smell the pack from here you low shelf im too tier when i was a jit all i wanted was a boat on the pier but im praying to a god that dont wanna hear got the devil blushing like a toulet im flushing all my competition to the grave working in the strudio like a slave wrist drippin blood like waynes flag. gotta run with the weight in a bag cash is all i have maybe im the xrazy one maybe im the one who needs to be locked away maybe one day ill understand why im antipsychotics