This ain't stories but it's sad
Ask God to gettem back
Hide the tools inside the bag
They got room for all this trash
I hide in the living room with my face plainly open lookin for the chickin wings
I'm so hungry i'm so broken
Gone on my solitude arms f*ckin drink them like a straw
I'm on strawberry red ballin hard
Look into my face
Dont you see erased emotions in my place, where I stay
Nicholas know he dont go with no mission
I got my vision avoiding prescription ticklin
All of the bitches who listen simply lookin like chimps in the window
Go in the window, look at outside look at the moon we got the whole f*ckin plug
All the doors I go boom
I'm a monster, you're adorable
I have a goat mask
I wear it every f*ckin' day
I dont play
Why dont you listen to me?
You dont see it my way
You dont see it my way on the principle
I am collecting salt on my wounds
Huuuhuuuhuuu
Gotta be quiet, walk down the hall open the door look at the bed
I just sharted, im so startled and my heart is f*cking pumping
Give the spinal cord to the dog
Watch him run allover the house spraying blood all over the walls
Join him and get my hands in the blood put em on the walls
You gon know who I am tomarrow