All of these hollows
Blossom just like flowers
I am the gospel
Don't know who to follow
God like apollo
I'm fallin apart
None of the money does something for me
My ***** gon drive me crazy
Don't know who at fault
Arguments, arguments causing fatigue
My vision gettin hazy
Pills in a toy story backpack
Just so he do not get lazy
I really hate thinking bout that
Demon demon eat me up
Pour my blood into a cup
Went ahead, fed you my love
Which apparently wasn'nt enough
19,with the world on my shoulders
God on my back
Devil in my ear
How could i run from that
lamb