.Verse 1:
In jail, drawing pictures of my girl back home.
I'm wasted on top of my two legged bed.
Hands tied around the bars.
Lying in pools of blood at noon.
My parents never helped with bail
To the fact that money always failed.
I'm wasted on top with alcohol in my mouth.
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