Nicotine

I smoke my cigarettes down I want all the nicotine

Must be constipated my life doesn’t mean shit to me

My skin like the end of bandage stuff just sticks to me

I see him as my dog he a bitch to me

Self harm is like a itch to me

Shit doesn’t make sense like a flinching tobey

He has spider sense I got that but I have no reaction

I was on the top of mountain must have lost my traction

One demons couldn’t beat me so they form a faction

They Track on I saw what’s bracking

What cracking my bones

Probably get sent to Davy jones

Trauma plays in my mind on a tv

You guys are shit like tp

My mind always on the road RV