Christmas

The keyboard my home base, don't need no homies Don't know me i'm broken down can you show me Like the smoking now blow me slowly I know you fucking hate to know me Hate the way we used to go see The only fucking potion to feeling fine is fucking To think with out you i'm nothing Its a cold world, i'm shivering Burning like Virginia slims I'm kicking in the doors to christenings on Christmas Nobody listening, so f*ck the hoe right i'm listening The whole ride home i'm fucking listening Id like to see u with out the riches Sin all in my visioning I'm wishing on a burnt out star You kinda just like how we are I wish that ain't the truest thought Wrote it down I fucking cough The pill doctor cut me off We falling down we get back up and brush it off I kinda wish my fucking faults would back it up These people talking all that talk I kinda wanna stop it all Like walking off a fucking wall These drugs don't numb it all So wash out the wounds with alcohol I heard its how we blasting off The head come with some Tylenol to wrap it up I think i'll never have enough