Cut lip
No love
New York
My home
This much
Ain't done
'cuz times old
Time grows
Remember
Gross loans
Dirty hands
Gorgeous combs
Empty home
Crying out
[?]
All around
I found
People on the ground
No sound
But see bodies
Concrete
[?]
Live low
Kinfolk
Chromosome
Suicide on all fours
In apartment number zero
It's too much in me anyway