clay

Nothing left to say baby, baby Now what you wanna know bout me, bout me I came from the sticks Fifteen smoking trees Everything changed then Met my percocet fantasy Gaze in the dark baby you are my star A beautiful majesty, driving flesh cars Praying six whips eight trumpets balling When you call me on the phone i'm like a baby crawling Straight in your arms Like clay we fall apart Baptized in your love Then a knife go through my heart Tryna make recovery Tryna leave the xanax bars In the past, maybe this time I'll finally stop Straight in your arms Like clay we fall apart Baptized in your love Then a knife go through my heart Tryna make recovery Tryna leave the xanax bars In the past, maybe this time I'll finally stop