Shaking and Throwing up
Got to find something to believe in,
Or I won’t make it through this season,
Cuz when them dark feelings creep in
There ain’t no fleeing
Not even searching for a reason.
You’re really gone
And I’m struggling to grasp it
The dopest soul I ever known, now you ashes
Left me with a nasty lil habit
Fuck,
If this ain’t hell, it’s close enough
I miss you so much Baby Chris.
It’s still tough













