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[Intro/Chorus: repeat 2X] |
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It's 2 AM in the mornin |
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Pressin my alarm again |
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Stressin over my mom and friends |
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Sometimes, I wish I was in a coma |
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Damn! Wakin up to the cold wind |
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Sometimes, I wish I was a kid again |
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Sometimes, I don't even wanna remember it |
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Cause one time I remembered what I couldn't forget |
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Damn! My stepdad beatin me again |
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for a bad grade, he must of had A's |
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The way he was hurtin me in a bad way |
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My mom hearin the scream but just turned away |
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what the ****, are you people crazy? |
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I was only a baby, five months when they gave me |
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to my grandma, who was racist |
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but I ain't give a ****, I just faced it |
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Like mace to the police, I was danger |
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Feelin like I'm in a manger |
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Baby Jesus, save me from the anger |
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She's tryin to get me, into this closet I vanished quickly |
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**** that, I took 50 |
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from her purse bag, told her \"Don't miss me\" |
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I ain't comin back, catch me on another path |
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I need a bubble bath |
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Someone, take me in the plastic basket |
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Sittin on bubble wrap, I'm abandoned |
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I need a new home, that isn't damaged |
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A family whom care, to be parents |
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Errant, my life on the mic |
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Might wasn't raised too right, so I |
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had to decide to turn on the light |
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Do somethin right, before I'm layin with the mice |
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Rotten alone on my neighbor's stolen bike |
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Tryin to think what my afterlife, gon' look like |
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It gotta look right... it gotta look right... |
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[Chorus] |
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Back to my bad life |
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Another day in the fast life got me feelin like I'm on the crack pipe |
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No lie, just the thought |
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of me gettin that type of high, but I'm in the dark |
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where the shadows, follow, your every walk |
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And as I move, I'm feelin like a shopping cart |
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Gimme this, gimme that son |
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What'chu mean - ain't you supposed to be my mom? |
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Why don't you ask God, I worked hard for these two dimes |
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I care what it's worth - just the fact that it's mine |
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Check your purse, don't you got |
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my life savings that you've been savin from birth? |
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Oh - I forgot you spent that |
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on your own gift wrap - I ain't get ****t last Chris**as |
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but a hug and a family wishlist for next year and ****t |
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Huh! 'Round next year and ****t |
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I'm gonna be on ****t you can't even pronounce, in English |
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I got anger |
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That's why I paint these songs, visually painting |
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It's awful ain't it? A little (Pinky) in (The Brain) |
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But hopefully, time is the pain |
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Cause as of now, I just wanna run away... run away... |
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[Chorus] |
