Nasty2theBone

In my head, counting down, your days inside my head

You misread, I can see three bridges from this bed

Paints will blend, you can't hide the truth and play pretend

Vision bent, memories reanimated in pen

Split the bread, do this for whose left and all my dead

Alive or dead, nothing in both worlds can make me bend

Cash the check, prayers don't amend to what you've sinned

Lions den, circle 'round the prey then cut the edge

Hugging roads but when it comes to me, it's touch and go

I've lost control, Bentley's bent like Beckham, yes I know