Runnin around
I don't know why
I think I shot my mom last night
I was not really there
I've been awared
I think I shot her under
I was hanging around

Right in my head
Now I'm fucking coming off
Nobody there
What did I do?
Well I think I'm nervous
Love by a son again
I swadder another hole

Riding around-around I got no feel of pain
Cause I, they will cut me off, they won't
Give me credit cards no more
Well I usually like card details showed
They won't feel the nation