DEATH
• Written by TOADZ
pure imagination
what a drag
this is whack
Making me look bad
like im not the maniac
all you wanted was my racks
Always trapped
matter fact
attacked
attached
this was all in the past
finally unattached
stabbed in the back
spending so much time together
guess this is a goodbye
time to die
high fly
you where a dime
everytime
anytime
everywhere
anywhere
it was rare
feeling dead
gun point to my head
go ahead
this I wont regret
on the ground
wound
never found
profound
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TOADZ
Member since March 12 2021