Take my microphone and crush your dome like ice and slurp it like a snow-cone I spark a shot at those who talk a lot Put garbage rappers on a murder auction
back home Sometimes I feel I should just let her go If she comes back to me she's meant for me Will she love someone instead of me The intensity is killing me
his memories in a trunk Passed this way an hour ago With his friend, a jealous monk He looked so immaculately frightful As he bummed a cigarette Then
me now I feel my heart beat now, it's killing me And I have tried to die, it never worked out in the end But it kills me knowing that you could take
his memories in a trunk Passed this way an hour ago With his friend A jealous monk He looked So immaculately frightful As he bummed a cigarette Then
me now I feel my heart beat now, it's killing me And I have tried to die, it never worked out in the end But it kills me knowing that you could take away
With his memories in a trunk Passed this way an hour ago With his friend A jealous monk He looked So immaculately frightful As he bummed a cigarette Then
With his memories in a trunk Passed this way an hour ago With his friend, a jealous monk He looked so immaculately frightful As he bummed a cigarette