Текст: Avail. 4 AM Friday. Hang.

i heard you got robbed last week did you know i got shot last night? its like dependency on game called hearsay you heard it said but did you hear it right so i was walking the bricks in my front yard they're uneven and cracked with age i made an attempt to arrange them perfectly but when i got done they wouldn't fit into place and i can say when i plan on giving up i'm trying to think don't know when it'll end i heard a rumor you went on a trip did you know i just got back? i had a chance to think while i was away i had pointed fingers of blame until they were pointing at me so i rode my temper until i heard the water but i hit a fence that was chained and barred i looked and tried to find another way in that's when i finally realized that i'd been trying too hard