$crim is fuckin' sober, but I smoke enough weed for the both of us
Honey games, my lungs are stained, must numb my brain, I can't focus
Suppressin' my emotions, turn 'em into concrete
Let 'em sink to the bottom of the ocean
Matter fact, I'll turn 'em into raw meat, let the sharks eat
Gut the gar please, I need to smoke, fuck, again I'm losing focus
Hit the weed, so I can go to sleep, I hate having dreams
They're always fucked up and I wake up trying to breathe

Скажи что живешь в ситкоме не говоря что живёшь в ситкоме

I got that dog in me

"that dog"

почистил зубы тгшкой

"скучаю ли я по волосам?"

Моё взаимодействие с женщинами это souls-like rogue-like psychological horror survival and resource management game