It's April 19, 2024, 06:00:30 PM
This is what happens when i blaze and start diggin through old instrumentals...another day another dollar, or so it may seembut I'm lookin for a pound, not seventy-peeI'm flyin' round town lookin for a place to restaway from the mundane, plain bullshit again,the pain of having my brain split fifty-two waysI got her to please, him to visit, a trip to the docs,a trip to the clinic, all the time i had you in my ear, shit what is this?it was confortable me and you, we were happy to plod alongim packin my bags now, workin' out where it went wrongmaybe we fell too quick, maybe we fell too hardi think now deep down I knew from the startwe would end up like this, cause when we first metyou thought I was havin a kid, wit a 16 year old kidand it still makes me feel sick, so hard to admit that you tried to swallow your pride, you tried to forgivebut from day one there was never no trust, never no lustthere was never no us, just me growing old and alonetryin' to find a place in this cold world that feels like home
someone changed the original to Gay-o-felony