A SONG
(Verse)
My mom is so fucking whore
I wanna run away from home
To my love to the people I know
I don’t want to stay here I’ll go
Chorus
Once in a lifetime
The dreams can come true
My thighs on burn
I wanna sing for you
Verse
My ex was a junky-type
He got problems with police
It’s quite big stereotype
Just his life was full of malice
I used to love him
it was not ideal
I was an angel
He doesn’t big deal
Verse
You were cocky, warm and hot,
My love was turned to liquor and gold,
You loved black shirts and vinyl
You took a drag, your eyes were like morphine
My mom was emotionally distant
And we weren't close enough,
This bitch in her mind was arrogant,
And part of my fucking youth was tough
But I hate so myself now
The world was in blur and this shitty town
Its depressing here
Nobody is smiling
Smoky atmosphere
Face untrusting
A Song
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