Theres No Sunshine
(
What up Faggots!!
That dont know where to start
you lay alone in a room
all you hear is your heart
your face in that pillow you surrounded by darkness
your only thought is will this kid be missed cuz
they say it aint right that, the kid like d** but he probably
that guy that be getting them bricks
now is it his fault his personality split
he leaves the scene
where they picking you up like
a bundle of sticks
aint that a b****)
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