Yeah my momma picks on me, but that’s just the way of life;
Every time we argue, always ends with me and a knife.
Thoughts of ending this shit, always run through my mind;
I hear the devil calling, and he’s yelling “your mine”.
- G.C
Yeah my momma picks on me, but that’s just the way of life;
Every time we argue, always ends with me and a knife.
Thoughts of ending this shit, always run through my mind;
I hear the devil calling, and he’s yelling “your mine”.
- G.C