senses I have some wishes left And they're mine to keep We give bitch to the facts, I accept I accept And it may not make sense, but I felt your dead
to live with these cracked out mutha fuckas And it's like they never knew the effect they had on you Mom's cookin' shit in bed, no angels for the living dead
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You'll take the ride to leave this town along that yellow line You'll find a life on the outside You can't deny the walks too long, you'll get there
Our boys need something to rape, I want to taste you today, like kids kissing I've lost all sympathy, only living for me, preservation We need smoething
