Words of my parents in my head
Got the words
Got the words of my parent in my head
Shut the f*ck up
There from breakfast till I'm laying in my bed
Imma a f*ck up
Spend all day trippin bout what people said
You the problem
Even though I know it's false I'm feeling dread
Thank you papa
Psychos create psychos in the f*ckin house
In der haus
Cook em up and send em out to run around
Insecurity
Them kids mangled rotten f*cked without a doubt
Breed me hate me bitch
I'm better off without em raise me in the pound
All alone
I see nightmares every night I fall sleep
But most nights I'm shaking up till five fifteen
F*ckin trippin
My boy Weezy up at work I know he bleedin
He be suffering
He don't know I'm up at home I'm f*ckin screamin
F*ck my life
Got the words
Got the words of my parent in my head
Shut the f*ck up
There from breakfast till I'm laying in my bed
Imma a f*ck up
Spend all day trippin bout what people said
You the problem
Even though I know it's false I'm feeling dread
Thank you papa