Final
Yeah throw signs
My signature my name
Thumb prints and a picture
Nothing to claim
Feeling sain for a lil bit
You feel the same money better then gutter change and gum you spit
Under achevied my life ended with guts and spleins Fein for me drastically incomplete
Life and death what we all seek
Take a peek I still haven't reached my peak
Still trying find light when it's a dark night
Outlined figures sneaky but don't wanna fight
Every sigh like stepn on a sticker
It a fling a flick that don't stick
Just a quick pic slang talk dope talk
Lol wink face gun shot
Doctor fix this
Sicko mode
Pm am lose mind
Gram 3.2 for sold
Got the hook cause g-code
Till you get your fix
So fresh like a alpine
Hanging from your mirror
Like a crusifix
I'm fine Superior
Copyright © Jose Betancourt | Year Posted 2019
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