WHOKILLEDXIX - spy

Bo- bo- boxcutters
My my
I think we have a spy
I swing my fist you turn your face I hit the other side
I’ll die
So why can’t I decide
My brain might self destruct
I lose myself to suicide
Wokhardt on my dresser and I’m saving it for later
Look at your bills. my bills elevator
I woke up feeling fruity guess I’m feeling like a hater
Where I come from you can’t flip you ain’t a skater
And this is just a neighborly conversation with neighbors