Runnin around. I don't know why. I think I shot my Mom last night.
I was not really there, i've been awared, I think I shot her under.
I was hanging around. right in my head. now I'm fucking coming off.
Nobody there. What did I do? Well I think i'm nervous.
Love by a son again, I swadder another hole.
Riding around-around i got no feel of pain.
Cause i, they will cut me off, they won't give me credit cards no more.
Well i usually like card details showed.
They won't feel the nation.
ooooohh
