Texty:
Kind Of Like Spitting 100 Room

the premature adaptation of the got it made game plan. the heartless work of the red in her dress. alone has done some funny things to my friends. the

i don't know what you want. i don't know what you need. i wonder if i'm annoying you like your annoying me. middle finger to the freeway, and your puppet

cradled in the arms of a dream, i sit on my bed and sing. tonight has given a new soul to the grave. i've screamed and crowed, but it won't let go. what

is this he sees as he watches her complete lack of honor? as he sits in the stands with his head in his hands and he thinks of all the things he'd like

old bored kid to do? try to write bright words. make you smile, make you smile for once. we've been the problem, the solution. why now does the truth get treated like

less homeless? You've only pushed the splinter deeper in. Another hook in your lip, losing whatever war you've been trying to win. A million notebooks just like

will you call me a genius when i write down all my fears? when i'm locked in my room all day trying to sound like it's been years? and when i exaggerate

get Frankly - I could give a damn bout that lame shi$ (Hood) for your entertainment, so cold but I flame spit Call me mile high - kinda fly - but he ain