My god come before this bread
Hearing voices in my head
How you feel in your head
You could say i'm friends with fred
I turned into something they never became
Sleepin' on the floor of a tent in bitter pain.
And think alone in my head
Im trying to see her in bed
God bless the dead
And now there in my head.
Cause the streets leave you in pain
Down in dallas at the all-star game
The pain stains the brain with delays in
Catch you up on places i've been
I even put dick in dolls, but plastic caused me pain
Ignore cus she mad again, then i hit her back again
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