Stale Air Tasted
Leave it up to us to ruin what you got and we got the stupid guts to be clever enough not to get caught! Were all going to die, but i'm going to burn.It's all because the sins and lies from the tricks I have learn. Leave it up to me to pull the stunts out of my sleeve until there is none.
I got the rhymes and I got the drugs. If you have the time, then I'll have enough. I'm running out of an excuse as it is grasping on my breath. You better be counting by two's wishing for some death.
Leave it up to you, to leave it up to me. Now your'e an addict sniffing glue, a recycled wanna-be. I have been in denial.Then it was recycled ,but wasted. i haven't seen you in a while, except for the stale air tasted.
I got the rhymes and I got the drugs. If you have the time, then I'll have enough. I'm running out of an excuse as it is grasping on my breath. You better be counting by two's wishing for some death.
Leave it up to you, to leave it up to me. Now your'e an addict sniffing glue, a recycled wanna-be. I have been in denial.Then it was recycled ,but wasted. i haven't seen you in a while, except for the stale air tasted.