Bummer
Not a lick of thougths were paid any attention in my noggin'
Why you look like stress, look at all you have why are you sobbin'?
Case open to the audience, obvious it needs a solvin'
When you learn your mom's got cancer, you start dreamin of coffins
And, emotions overflow like fat bitches binging on sauces
Caution: these lyrics contain a concoction, that is toxic
To the less smart and, a drug to the uncommon, long forgotten kids
Whos inside's seem to rotten from the stress that's always knockin'
On they' door, so they stay locked in. Sold their dreams up in an auction
So now their hearts begin to darken'. // Listen here : http://picosong.com/qxyb/