Kays (5:05 pm)

overdoses I’m blowing smoke and going through sychosis fuck if it floats your boat I won’t sell my soul might just end up having no real friends ima go nuts start going rouge leave you in the road or cut you in half like Han Solo I got a bag of tricks don’t get caught in the mix y’all just some homophobes halo on your dome turn you into a Holy Ghost I came from a broken home don’t remember most my past it’s like a blurry photo I’m drunk driving with a load full of dope swervin off into the ditch before almost hittin a telephone pole I shouldn’t have went with saying fuck it and go wit the flow fuck lowering my tone i feel tall and grown I don’t need y’all I been on my own