This is a song about "Thought"

Never thought this would be painless

Perhaps it's a musti'm facin cases

Straight bad bitches i run, through

See i thought i knew you,

Sicken feeling running thought my head

Believe me, i'm beyond dead

I thought mama taught ya,

Kicks new, my denim, raw

Cause my mother let me do what i want

The higher i got the nastier i thought

I don't know what you thought

And even if i'm broke, dog

And i don't want

But no measure of thought

Dark thought brooding, leaking and bleeding

Now this is what i call an evening