FRIDAY EVENING
CVLD BLVVDED
I hate that you think I'm just a sick nut, But one thing I agree with you is that I drink a lot, I can't ignore you when you're on my way, I will tell you that today I can drink until I lose consciousness, Because it's Friday, You better not see me spendin' Friday, your shock will make you speechless, I got cash in an instant and became a bad boy, I've so much hatred and energy that I wanna destroy everything on my way, I get messy every friday, Lean will bury my corpse an' bury it in the grave, I ain't gonna rot after death but burn in the flame, It’s such a relief that I am alone now, I'm so glad I don't see any nasty faces SUCH AS YOURS... Just realize that it’s easier for me to be alone, I make a profit that doesn't need to be shared, An' I don’t even make any sound, Those people who see my lifestyle get scared, An' in extreme cases they get a mental wound, I kill behind everyone’s back, but everyone doesn’t care, Yesterday lay in the blood but was afloat, ANYWAY... THERE ARE NO VEINS, BECAUSE AT NIGHT I'M A GHOST RIDER, I think I'm not quite insane yet, But even if I'm sane, I can kill any liar, After the summer I'll dry for a long time, I just drank gin, it is not a crime, I ain't have enough time to dry, Look back and see my demons, I break a new record every day, Problems are solved but the quantity doesn't change... I HATE IT WHEN YOU TELL EVERYONE THAT I'M SICK, 'NOTHER MISSED WORD AND I'LL STICK YOU THROUGH THE STICK, THE FACT THAT I KILLED LAST NIGHT IS THE CAUSE OF MY INFERNAL FATIGUE, IN MY BEDSIDE TABLE THERE ARE JUST A FEW BRICKS FOR THIS CASE, I HAVE NO SPACE IN MY HEART SO I HAVE NO BITCHES... I HATE IT WHEN YOU TELL EVERYONE THAT I'M SICK...
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