Destruction Lyrics

I'm cold these hoes emotionless

I played with fire and I burnt my hand with a bipolar bitch

We moved too fast and you was motion sick

Take some Motrin bitch

I'm too old for this

I'm on my sober tip

I punch the bag until it broke my wrist

Everything I touch it goes to piss

A change of heart from when I wrote this shit

I'm crossing hoes just like a grocery list

Alcohol classes drowning in glasses

They said life is death and taxes

I'd rather think that it's molasses

It move slow

But patience worth the practice

I wrote letters to god

I mailed my heart on my sleeve jus to tell you I'm gone