skillz

the sounds familiar like a man mad at his wife at the lake when he drowned and killed her you can say it aint white but aint found a filter ,now it still turns like a thought rolling down a hill when you spill words, in case we killed birds with Daisy's a straight aim when the skill curves maybe if i wilt first and still curse,I'll get a real meal ticket in a field of hurt still the thirst before i fill a hearse and build real quick with a million perks