Don't trust no one, that's for sure
Your wife might leave you
After so many years, horrible years together
A goofy lil murderer complains
About his hard life before stabbing me in the face
I see blood on your smile
Or is it just syrup? Strawberry flavor
Discontent with your laugh, not realistic enough
Did you just ate your period
Cause you hate yourself so much?
I have so many models
But you don't fit in any of them
I'll have to squish you just by hard hand
I'd love to think you are good
But my paps always told me
Not to trust anyone
That's barely good looking to the heart
I see blood on your smile
Or is it just syrup? Strawberry flavor
Discontent with your laugh, not realistic enough
Did you just ate your period
Cause you hate yourself so much?