ROTTEN SEEDS, FORGOTTEN KIDS
Nomatic
Sell it out, for the night
Turn it up, get a bag
Smoke it up, live it up
Drink it up, give a fuck..
Never does, I'm not right..
I don't care, I just write..
On bliss I'm..
Artist lie..
I'm just high, and since I'm
A mess, extra, upset
I'm just, obsessed, in debt
And that's what
We get
Do you expect from me? I'm loosely feeling extacy
The truth is, I don't give a fuck
And usually am honest
See
Sometimes just a rotten seed
Was never suppose to walk n breathe
Never walk, an not have been
That often is a thought I get
So follow mе into fucking odyssey of lost n dim
All along marching means
No longer thе forgotten kids