The conversation
Waits impatiently
For me to meet
The grave
The beach
The breeze
The blood
The trees
I speak
And I
Get blamed
I get stuck with the sinners
For the winter
One of 'em linger long
Smacking the face of god
Watching me drip with fake tears, I
Never had feeling much
Never release the clutch
When I'm in the double door Jaguar
Blood on the leather seats
So don't be testing me
Catching an STD from
One of my enemies
I only think I be
Feeling the stress when
She pops in my head
Like a pistol whipping
In-between the bed sheets
I get stuck with the sinners
For the winter
Strung along
Strung along
For the ride
Put you back where you belong
In the back of my mind
The conversation
Waits impatiently
For me to meet
The grave
The beach
The breeze
The blood
The trees
I speak
And I
Get blamed
I get stuck with the sinners