This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Trust they seen enough

Raybands...hide the face of,

Of potential cases

I wouldn't be famous

... club, we'll be actin' real nice

Of the book of your life

A little more of me through generation of a debate of hatred

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

We love for a while then a light goes

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

Oh, i was raised by the stop sign

Blast masses a cast to cover crafts.

I'm on the stage, you in the stands

The things im most scared of

Tawiah - all i need chorus