Truett
An Old Mini-Oven in a Pile of Horded Trash
Does a motherfucker love?
Go on, pick the petals off of daisies
Fuck you mean pop a pill?
I'd rather pop a cap without the casings
A mask on the face and I dash to the blank
Can't catch what you chase, got a-, got away
Can't fuck with it, gotta hate
Lucy on my head then I send her on her way
Vices in my breath and I blow em all away, yeah
Plant it in a motherfucker's head like
Get money, lose money, that's the best life
Found a way to get the rest, call it [debt/death?]
When my homie put it thеre
In his check
Just a [?]
When you [?]
All thе rain when you left so
Headstrong but the pain always find a way to spread something
All the colors I just hope that I can blend some
Make it [pray/rain?]-