Random Thoughts 3

How I felt was different when she knelt before me Cause happy endings really help the climax

of a story Let's make a toast to her and all her glory

I'm used to wild nights Baggin bitches, panties, spinning from the

ceiling fan I'm used to hard white, ran out of baggies

switched to cellophane The dog clio actin' aggy, need to hit a vein

Some days I can't function, I guess we feel the same

And everywhere you look, a nigga self-medicating just to kill the pain

You should feel ashamed, all that dick handling just to be accepted

But you don't get it, you's a lame I'm just spillin' paint, random' thoughts

till I can't/ Tequila shots got me feelin' faint