Feb 17, 2016
Tell I’m not ready to love anyone not done with the funk too drunk to debunk all the junk building up in the temporal lobe dopamine on the low not whole, in my soul where I need it the most, no luck with the hunting a pack of my own, embody the wolf on the totem pole guide me along the proper road to roam...
All the nostalgia bring me down, even tho I bring it up constantly hear it knockin like Fats Domino...I swear to God that there’s someone else inside of me, but how can it be known when my conscience always lie to me?
(Wolftone)