Left on the edge of I guess what I settled on later, as being the "life of my rest"//

Dyslexic--just kidding (I wish)

I'm a mess

No tengo cojones a habla some disrespect

Head of lettuce-kid, fresh out of medical school/ No chance life or death. never would bet on the fool// Hope Steve Jobs is eating cock of the devil for food

Red-dead redemption/ red on the reticule, too////

You don't know except what others have known to be true

I can't place the time or the tune

I can't place the time or the tune

You don't know who it's gonna be to influence you

Hope it's someone in love with the truth

Hope it's someone in love with the truth

I delay gettin' in bed, cause' it's the best part of my day...

My skin to hers as nerve endings secure the message, "everything will be okay"

My decay could be prevented excepted it's me stuck in my way...

Tacky, I know, but cliches time wrote inside the dopamine, with me on dope...