IRC-Galleria

I'm posing a question, how many been empty and holding aggression,
Close to depression, open your eyes and just focus a second
Fucking recession might bother my mind's always moving I'm letting it go
Know that I'm pointing at negative energy, telling me stop
They're telling me no, don't
Your aura is something you ain't even sure of
Explore the core of California, hoes got more to snort up
I've had a smorgasbord pornographic thought
That's a lot, the feeling come after the shock
Praise me I'd rather you not, CAUSE
It's driving me crazy the fact that you pay to make me into something I love
You come to the club searching for drugs, drunk
Fucking these sluts
God loves me, what if he does, what does it mean?
You're wasting away doing nothing, you're fronting
Why ain't you chasing your dreams?