Lyrics
feels like tomorrow is broke,
like last night i did 2 miles of coke,
my mind just cant cope,
i need to trial a dose,
of watever just so i can set fire my ghosts,
have a child's hope,
and i nevermind to boasts,
dont have a designers coat,
i got nothing, but a smile at most,
nothing...
cept maybe the undying love of the ones that i admire most,
and it goes...
everyday i walk, my lifestyles a joke,
need tiles of stone, cuz i need something to pile and hold,
man, seems like im a while from home,
dad still upstairs but he wouldnt even dial to phone,
and lets say, he was proud of his own,
heh* just not like that...
im like that clay he couldnt phile or mold,
dont get the wrong idea,
i wont rely on my faults,
but i cant lets sh** come to me, u know the flyer approach,
