All of these hollows
Blossom just like flowers
I am the gospel
Don't know who to follow
God like apollo
I'm fallin apart
None of the money does something for me
My bitch gon drive me crazy
Don't kno who at fault
Arguments, arguments causing fatigue
My vision gettin hazy
Pills in a toy story backpack
Jus so he do not get lazy
I really hate thinking bout that
Demon demon eat me up
Pour my blood into a cup
Went ahead, fed you my love
Which apparently wasn'nt enough
19
With the world on my shoulders
God on my back
Devil in my ear
How could i run from that