clash

go ahead and pay me the money is heavy guns be at shoulder width gotta keep am steady no need to act edgy everybody gotta a little teddy giving these mcs nightamres like freddy maybe jason woth a machete been racing around with my thoughts get a little sweaty I'm on a razors edge bout to grab a slege than crash out in my bed been walking up a lot of stairs hope i dont miss a step the anxiety got me missing breath this addicion got me thinking these drugs are heaven scent but no matter the event even if I end up in a tent you gotta think to yourself i didn't even take a dent. why you gotta do me like that don't you remember our chats you said we were meeting up but there i sat checking my watch like its definitely a quarter past I just scouuffed to myself and laughed this is where dreams and reality clash