Another day inside the madness , 11 and im still sunk deep in my sheets , Every door is locked , in this world everythin

Another day inside the madness , 11 and im still sunk deep in my sheets , Every door is locked , in this world everything sucks , im feeling out of luck, and if I saw my own shadow yall would have to break us up , My world ,my pain , my talent of ruining things, my blames that trains the claims of change bending and cringing in every depleted decision consuming my dooming mouth dry as takers are drooling, im gloomy straight out the boonies blood kin to the Looneys banging cuties with cooties with big boobies, yeah im southern trash ,if you aint like me fuck your ass cause i know im trash They blowing trumpets like nothing swallow the nothings ontil there throats have the bunions and they crying like onions smelling like funions hot on the ovens dozens swoll up the muffins redneck seduction in the pick up trucking 2 zans now they aint wearing nothing but the buckle of fucking stuck in the mud but keep on sucking