carpet (interlude)

Would buy me some time but I tossed it I can't come down think I lost it It's drugs I hide under my carpet It's tears that come out of the faucet Saturated market but I'm starving They negotiate hate But it's worse when you find out the truth Truth be told it was borrowed In my sorrows I buried A place I could talk See the stars Not a trace to be followed Caught 'em hollow You know I'm the proper man I went to college Still ain't nobody f*ck with the album F*ck I'm talking bout Talking bout albums