noir

Blackened heart with countless ruptures

Roughly, cut my arm in dozens

Got a few bumps and scars, it's nothing

Strictly anonymous, never was pompous

Saddens me to see my nana eating with artificial chompers

It's crazy how these "rappers" start to rap, oh now you're shooting choppers?

Never was the type to go and meet a girl in backstreets

Playing my game in my room where you catch me

Talking that talking on that phone so gladly

I remember in high school, he wouldn't even at me