Metal tins with tight-fitting lids work well for smaller quantities
So sad ( You'll be okay eventually ( [Verse 3] Wake up in a new city every other night It's true, the blind child's got his mother's eyes Fuck who made your bed Yo, I'm sleeping under mine Haunting self 'til I motherfucking die My options been butt So my posture's been slumped Tryna pause the pain just to understand ( Wearing all black 'case my funeral come Anyone of these days but now I've nowhere to run Now when I feel like flying, I've been feeling numb Pushing the smoke from my head to my lungs No time to process, resume the process Sink in the booze to fuel the faucets Most thoughts filled with toxins Blimps with the poison always breaches the conscious On god, I'm a beast with a god sense of time And everything I've been through recently been costin' And instead of tryna catch up on my life, I'd rather ride off a fucking cliff despondent [Bridge] No Rav, please don't do it

Moments later, that first fender hit the floor as it left the car forever, and the new, wider RWB over fender was put in its place
They may constantly question whether the individual is safe and whether they have gotten hurt or are engaging in risky behaviors
It was my attempt at a solution to my problems