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    Ouvir álbum completo No Introduction Ano de lançamento: 2008Decaydance
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    It's 2 Am in the mornin
    Pressin my alarm again
    Stressin over my mom and friends
    Sometimes, I wish I was in a coma

    Damn! Wakin up to the cold wind
    Sometimes, I wish I was a kid again
    Sometimes, I don't even wanna remember it
    Cause one time I remembered what I couldn't forget
    Damn! My stepdad beatin me again
    For a bad grade, he must of had A's
    The way he was hurtin me in a bad way
    My mom hearin the scream but just turned away
    What the fuck, are you people crazy?
    I was only a baby, five months when they gave me
    To my grandma, who was racist
    But I ain't give a fuck, I just faced it
    Like mace to the police, I was danger
    Feelin like I'm in a manger
    Baby Jesus, save me from the anger
    She's tryin to get me, into this closet I vanished quickly
    Fuck that, I took 50
    From her purse bag, told her "Don't miss me"
    I ain't comin back, catch me on another path
    I need a bubble bath
    Someone, take me in the plastic basket
    Sittin on bubble wrap, I'm abandoned
    I need a new home, that isn't damaged
    A family whom care, to be parents
    Errant, my life on the mic
    Might wasn't raised too right, so I
    Had to decide to turn on the light
    Do somethin right, before I'm layin with the mice
    Rotten alone on my neighbor's stolen bike
    Tryin to think what my afterlife, gon' look like
    It gotta look right... it gotta look right...

    Back to my bad life
    Another day in the fast life got me feelin like I'm on the crack pipe
    No lie, just the thought
    Of me gettin that type of high, but I'm in the dark
    Where the shadows, follow, your every walk
    And as I move, I'm feelin like a shopping cart
    Gimme this, gimme that son
    What'chu mean - ain't you supposed to be my mom?
    Why don't you ask God, I worked hard for these two dimes
    I care what it's worth - just the fact that it's mine
    Check your purse, don't you got
    My life savings that you've been savin from birth?
    Oh - I forgot you spent that
    On your own gift wrap - I ain't get shit last Christmas
    But a hug and a family wishlist for next year and shit
    Huh! 'Round next year and shit
    I'm gonna be on shit you can't even pronounce, in English
    I got anger
    That's why I paint these songs, visually painting
    It's awful ain't it? A little (Pinky) in (The Brain)
    But hopefully, time is the pain
    Cause as of now, I just wanna run away... run away...

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