One fat sucka

Accuse me of this, trusting what did I gest? To think or confess, silence seems to be best Speaking of words, accepting it would be worse And solace comes first, it forfeits here in retrieving Every...

Why is it for every one there's got to be a greater sum of reasons to believe that I need Because it's easy to forget and when there's nothing in your head soon a sleep is all that I can see Now I've...