LYRICS:
there's ghosts up in them tchotchkes
and demons in that Hennessey
ridin round with felonies
and medicines that shouldn't mix
shanez back on his shit again
go and get the crucifix
i was taking pink perc
but no…
This one mane
i miss how you smell..
foster's home imaginary friends make me feel less alone
i could use some help 💔🥀🥀