Die
I got everything i need
I dont **** with the things that i see
Walking down that same old road
Fingers numb so tight i hold
A can of paint which lights the night
**** with me and i'll be your guy
You just hate on what you can't seem to relate to
I don't think too much about the things that i can't relate too
I had some friends too
Chilled in the endz too
Until i got all washed up
Welsh Trash boy had a cup full of mud
Bathing ape on all my shoes
Writing love letters to the moon
Compelled to go outside
I drink i hide until i die