uh I cannot be tired when I'm speaking bout life, nor ain't can I be bothered when I'm spilling bout love hurt, its so tired when I'm trying to smell out the fire, that consumes the flames of love and either turns it to hate, cos it's so unpointed that sometimes we have to fall uh in love and then rewind the spill and be out of luck um love falls that's some mfccking shit, it's so humiliating and so perversious and devaluate cos it's hard time hick I felt so painted got some scars I don't wanna look at the skies cos I've got ties, when in my eyes I'm high