Wow way to ruin the cypher, my 3 in the morning hustle
It seems all you do is get hyper, please go sport a muzzle
I'm not mad at you, it's just me and these unattainable thoughts
That corner me with every eye that I dot, every pee-staining pot
Wtf am I talkin about? There's ghosts rockin the house with cocks in their mouths
I CAN'T BREATHE. There's holes in my sheets and with every breeze that'll sneeze onto my dreams, I'm convinced I will freeze
Sleep apnea is worse than havin police after ya when you gotta weed stash with guns and your knee gashes blood before EMTs flash at once
I hate this game
A foolish insomniac who uses a ganja mask til she writes like the @
CopyPat
You're insane
Your brain could be dissected in vein and put in the flesh with some of the best to be resurrected today but never will you be respected the same
Great, now I've infected this page messier than a Smith & Wessen's complaint
I taste the disdain of the ink in my pain, my pen isn't tamed. I wana stop writing cuz I'm afraid I might say something too honest or maybe something too lame.
Never been more clearer that i really do suck.
Can't even look in the mirror, my eyes say too much