I'm Pasta

[DyingDaily]

I remember back when quarters back and forth could have given me a buzz.
I guess that i accepted that 'cause nothing left with me is drugs.
I suppose the joke is off well better yet the light is fuzz.
I must just have nodded off 'cause sawin' 'em don't need a love.
I admit I'm lonely, all alone and needing stuff.
That must be why turn keys don't show all their shiny shoes and such.
Never knew the know it's me I must just be bleeding drugs.
Blindfold blocks and dro meets, must be for the sleezy touch,
Too dirty for the clean sheets, maybe I should hold a grudge,
but making money's gold leaf when platinum keep
ps on sneaking up.
I admit I drizzle on 'em when their on their reaping stuff,
Hatred couldn't phase me but monotone still freezing stuff... I know,
Why should I be breathin' love,
No goalie, so my points be dropping bucks and stuff.. I know.
So, you can save me know.
One track is never own enough.
So, you can save me now.

 

[DyingDaily]

I'm pasta, you can say my car go Dr. Ate. Imposter. But honest when the money breaks, I shock ya. But my pulses on they only cake. No rostah, still I'm all my shame in paint. A crock a, roastin' em mixed dinner plates. No glossed up, but maybe I could hold the gate. My shots. Uh. You could call those Holy Drapes.
And you can all wine with it, crushin' fakes like Holy Grapes. But a grape ain't made a diamonds, let my ignorance keep blissful days. M.A.H. The father of the mother call me Mah now they get overpaid.