Runnin around. I don't know why. I think I shot my Mom last night. I was not really there, i've been awared, I think I shot her under. I was hanging around. right in my head. now I'm fucking coming off. Nobody there. What did I do? Well I think i'm nervous. Love by a son again, I swadder another hole. Riding around-around i got no feel of pain. Cause i, they will cut me off, they won't give me credit cards no more. Well i usually like card details showed. They won't feel the nation. Ooooohh