is still bleeding The damage is done, you can do no more Choking on those words of love Beginning to wish this day will never end My time spent is a
MIIIIIISSSS I know it's odd that my face is forever painted When I was born, the bitch-ass doctor fainted My toungue's a little long, I choke people
lost and hopeless cause Forever mourning your loss They've long forgotten you Murdered slowly in minute increments of time Pissing up a rope Another moment passes by Choke on
motherfucker,tolerate a motherfucker To a certain extent When it's on, it's over Don't get no chance to get popping Forgotten about you before your body
on a Ouija board And I was born the next day, Violent J When I was 14, I tripped on the train track And I was crushed right there on the steel rack
everybody man Yeah bangin' come on yeah look Huh, stay in my lane like a hustla never hate a motherfucker Tolerate a motherfucker to a certain extent When it's on
Greeted with a thunderous absence of applause Choke on your own words Lies are venom in your veins Burn from the inside And never speak my name Choke on
on my way Bangs in the trunk and it hurt my chest Blinged all out and it's all on my neck I went to the crib about 2 o'clock Forgot my keys, so I had
put that on my birth My word is worth the demons that raped my being childhood, didn't happen I was made as this, my walking prison Guarded by my life on
forgotten A semblance of confusion The strength I need is now flowing away The choking feeling obstructs everything So erratic in search for the truth The pain is
of me rode to the mountains and the other half soared high in the winds to a place where the angels had fallen, the soil gagged and choked on their
a motherfucker To a certain extent When it's on, it's over Don't get no chance to get popping Forgotten about you before your body cold in a coffin Just
'cause you'd be happier dead You little pussies get choked to death with a Cotex You're dying little by little, every second, go check your Rolex You're not living forever
up and put on weight Cross out my calendar marked to the date Where we meet on some mystic veranda To dance, I'd show you skills I've not forgotten I
soap Now is that love? You cleaned me out you could say broke Now is that love? The better better better it gets The more these girls forget That that is
is to show you how you you're nothing like all of them tell you. To be more than just a cricket on your shoulder A little closer. Feelings choke me
