Genuine the crafty but his faith for real
Square to society a dog with a tail
Running from life means I'm killing myself.
Suicide thoughts come to think of my health.
Darkness decade the slightest of hell will give a good atheist a kiss that God is real,
more of moscato makes my feelings come out
Pour me some more I'll be spilling myself.
Laughing at nothing the walls are to chill
He's looking like honey his brother is milk
Might wanna taste or I'll just take sip
See this is what happens if I took a pill
Can I be honest ?
I wrestle *****
my mind when it's sober wonders but push
Drunk the wonders are pulling me in

That's why I stay with a belt
I can smell blood then I go for the ****
Something takes over then it's over for them
You wonder why I don't like to comeover.
You know full well.

I'm genuine here's the details