This is a song about "Shadows of my past"

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

And that you should beware of a girl with my past.

I'm trying to think about my past days of high school,

But she forgot about the golden rule

Fuck it, im runnin into shadows blood stainin my sword

Oh, not again! another critic writing report

But after bowling, i went home for some damn adventure time

But it’s hard to when you run and hide in the shadows of mine

In this life you dead wrong or ain't living right

Now i see the ghosts of my past they're white

Top story, tiger woods be fucking all these white hoes

I'm tired of following other shadows,

And stressed... about my white past

The faker they shakin' my hand

I'm to of a hickory to make my victory a memory, or unknown like the past century,

You know, it's like i'm livin just to diei fall on my knees and beg for mercy, not knowin if i'm worthy