I'll be the end to my start and the start to my end don't call me a friend why does it matter To them when I float my own boat or I swim
My skin is too dark for you to see me roaming with the anglerfishes when I pray I never Rush God to go grant my wishes
Cause I need a couple more stitches I'll fix it myself, get rid of my shell can't live with a Veil, Judge me by the cover but I'm still on your shelf
Indirectly giving you hell, as if you can't tell the truth will prevail and if not then I don't wish You well, add this verse to my will blood of God on my quill pop a tab to this trill
How bad can it feel?
