thread

Hanging on by a thread, moving like somebody want my head detached from my body

A nigga better off dead, I have embodied that sentiment since a nigga turned ten

I ain't done shit in days but get high and repent

And repeat

I feel like Jesus the way the preacher daughter all on her knees

I burned holes in my hand so I could feel more complete

I don't like wine, for communion dropped a deuce in the creme

Still ate the wafer though

Still crushing on these hating hoes

Still smoke into a coma and claim that I hate complacence though

The first note of the arpeggio, the blueprint

You could find that nigga with a Spanish bitch at Ruth Chris