Runnin around I don't know why I think I shot my mom last night I was not really there, I've been awared I think I shot her under I was hanging around
Right in my head Now I'm fucking coming off Nobody there What did I do? Well I think I'm nervous Love by a son again, I swadder another hole
Riding around-around I got no feel of pain Cause I, they will cut me off, they won't Give me credit cards no more Well I usually like card details showed They won't feel the nation
