Wymtime - FL!cK lyrics

Diego West: Voice's run through my head Telling me to drop dead White flag to this mission People don't even listen That I grew up in the rich gutters, with no brothers But my mental connection is a poor mother f**er Who buffers about not having a lover Cushion to blow, but I never had comfort Just to stay with this constant hate I'm more stuck up than a constipate Is there a way I can just wipe away With this verbal sodomy I had to take That's the issue, Tore my brain tissue Got my a** cleaned from those pills Life screwed me to bits when I wen't nuts It's too bad I didn't know the drill