stay away when you need them the most Serving up another dream into everybody's empty heads Stirring up another scene into everybody's empty heads Whipping up another style into everybody's empty heads
hoping for a miracle? Three out of five, three out of five (it's not enough) Six out of ten Better luck next time Just like his Dad, just like his Dad
miracle? Are you hoping for a miracle? Three out of five, three out of five (it's not enough) Six out of ten Better luck next time Just like his Dad, just like his Dad
just startin' to fall apart Mom and dad was arguin' a lot so momma moved back On the Chalmers in the flat one bedroom apartment And dad moved back to
Time So She Smilin To The The Point That It Hurt When She Bite Down And She Simply A New Model Stay Spendin Dollars But She Got Less Sense Than A Empty
And I kicked in his balls Punk tried to run but he couldn't try to wobble Bust him in the head with an empty Faygo bottle Took him to the staircase Jumped
who put my dad out on his ass or the other way around Well I'm far too old to care about that now What about taking this empty cup and filling it up
My daddy left home when I was three And he didn't leave much to ma and me Just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze. Now, I don't blame him cause
the face, automatic attach to waist You bastards play? Then it get awful and bad There will be no more walkin for dad, and it's off with your head A nigga
silk Meanwhile drinkin black coffee Cause I can't afford no milk They shootin, don't sweat it Your a pimp But the only thing In my pockets Is empty wrappers
dark eyes I'm tired, give me room, let me breathe For your own good Rapverse1 (Isam) How dare me! Me??? Assimilated Ya crazy! Cuz the gap between me and my dad
It's goin' down, yo the girl got a gun, best run Because she's quick to flip and empty out the clip And make a man understand where she's comin' from
just startin' to fall apart Mom and dad was arguin' a lot, so momma moved back On the Chalmers in the flat, one bedroom apartment And dad moved back to
Uh, who's bad? I'm bad (That's right) I am Michael Jackson, Puff Daddy, bad Boy, I will strike you with the belt like your dad (That's right) I will (
face and kicked in his balls Punk tried to run but he couldn't try to wobble Bust him in the head with an empty Faygo bottle Took him to the staircase
