Wrecked

Everything is a wreck Your life a mess Ghrodes did that on himself Count up the racks Stuffed in the bag Say you love me but I don't see it You love the spotlight not the demon You after my last name, just admit it Take her to London for a week Bought her new Mercedes Shopping bags all on the seats Still she actin' shady I still smoke marijuana I know my lungs too tired Every blunt another problem Every hit fuel the fire