G-Wine, Saint Nick. Like this. . You got that look in your eyes. I know that only means one thing, thing, thing, thing. You must be reading my mind. 'Cause I've been thinking of the same thing, thing, thing.
Here we go once again, you and me. Fighting about something that really don't matter. How come we can never just talk?. You've always gotta make something bigger.
i will carry this though till the day it burns out. i'll breath in these words and puch them back out. the shit in the world won't turn me around. i'll yell these words till i'm taken down.