Текст песни Honeycomb Shades - True God

Suicidal thoughts, dreams of holding the weaponry/
Fighting with myself, I call it mental discrepancy/
Momma speaking to me, we call it mental telepathy/
Ingredients get stolen, they never sent you the recipe/
Fly zone/
I fly home/
To cry on/
A single lonely pillow I wanted to die on/
Slim bitch up in my bed, am I gone/
With her lil black bra, and pants is Nylon/
The pain is sigh long/
Wondering am I wrong/
Phone bill ain't get paid this month, am I strong/
How long can you last, fighting my own endurance/
Funeral costs buggin, on the phone with insurance/