Letras:
Eighteen Visions In The Closet

What do you want them all to see? A blind man with blind faith is he your fuckin enemy? All he wants to do is survive this painful cancer. You should

What do you want them all to see? A blind man with blind faith is he your fuckin enemy? All he wants to do is survive this painful cancer. You should

I spilled my guts and hit send Waited two weeks for a response and got nothing Honestly, it only made me want you more Week four rolled around and I was this close

bittersweet But you don't have to go, so please don't leave Our souls are lost without eachother We got to find some time to recover (to recover) If you hold me close

fear of the omnipotent God is no more, The nuclear Father will govern with his shepherd's crook, Drawing his flock closer to the valley of the shadow

her sins embraced pleasure Within a token of a moment, retless arrested but not a twirp Strip the Bonabo Disclosure, so close yet so much closer I'll

like Pete Sampras Drinkin' Jose Cuervo like some Spanish bandits Make women panic when I tell 'em I'ma vanish Don't take it personal, these are eight-one-eight

shots to the body That'll make a fool sing, soprano Fall setter, ain't nuttin' better Massive concussion, career over, no discussion Both eyes closed, broke nose, cheeks swole You can't see, vision

now Get blown down You sped Blow, Exile My cartel drop shells Burn a 100 l's You frail We raise hell You niggaz get blazed well You get closed now Hosed