Proud of this habit?
Its rabit.
It's breaking glasses
Ruins left
Like fucking tragic
It's broken homes.
Uneducated domes
Still sleeping on hard Springs and foam
Aint got no time to imagine
a life without the uncertainties
one without the n**** please
Or b**** get on your knees
Like they owning me.
Its ruins and ruined and is
Ruining dreams
Finding out life aint what it seems
And I break
And I make
And it breaks
Because I'm fake
Mask on high like a warrior
But I'm not looking for glory or
Fame. I swear that's the truth.
I just like saying your name.
