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| 14 Jan 2015 12:06 AM |
(Intro) This song goes out to... Anyone, That has had a... Rough childhood, I guess... (Verse 1) Waking up In the morning standing by bed is you're Mom, She trynna say something, Better not care, Since all she does Is take lies about you to you're dad! She trynna block you're relathionship to dad, And she gets mad at everything you do that Is wack, Like sitting In you're room spitting some raps, You think, Can't she let you be, Just for one day, Before I'm gonna spit these wick sick wack raps Infront of you're face, I want Mom to leave me! CMON MOM! GO AWAY! (Chorus) When you sit In you're room and come up with Ideas that are, White parents Nightmares, You're gonna have to get rid of the dumbass, Makin you not be able to reach out for you're dreams, CMON SHOW HER WHAT YOU CAN DO MAN! (Verse 2) It Doesn't matter who I am, If Im wack If im bad, If Im just sad, She doesn't treat me like that, That B!tch got no respect! You gotta stand up for yourself, So you run away, Into the blackness, Eating sh!t, Bear Grylls eat that for dinner, Next you know you're In Atlanta Records, Singing for the hundreds, I'm writing this for the kids havin nightmares, About they're parents, Beating them up with a tree branch, Morgan Freeman, Come and Help us with this sh!t, Chaotic, It was you who believed In me, When I had It bad, But then It came a shot In the head, Like a bullet trough my brain, I couldn't believe It, Im in atlanta records, Now I sing for the broken hearted, And I spit at the parents who, Think they're good, Ha, NO! (Chorus) When you sit In you're room and come up with Ideas that are, White parents Nightmares, You're gonna have to get rid of the dumbass, Makin you not be able to reach out for you're dreams, CMON SHOW HER WHAT YOU CAN DO MAN! (End) |
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