DAD

Hundred bags in my pants Hundred bags in my pants Never talk to my parents again I ain't feeling guilty for my sins We don't even know why we are here I can't even tell how much I'm feared Why you're acting this way I am humble she said You don't even smoke I respect the meaning I don't want to miss it I don't have no feelings This shit interferes you F*ck over your phone ya You did all the wrong moves You know who is balling Imren made this perfect You supposed to know me But you missed to raise me Feeling so high I'm doin fine Thinking about you Hope I'll never be you Catch my wavy ocean Louder than the ocean I will love you always We still working with pace Nothing random all planed Music pays my flat rate You think I'm a fool? Doing beats I'm obsessed with the drugs Angel hearts always cry when I'm high Sorry Dad I was born in July Never fight me again or you'll die I won't even try to I could never fight you You still love me somewhere In your blurry soul yeah All I want to prove is I can do it better God is mercy trust me You are the one who needs to beg on knees You are the one who needs to beg on knees Why? I deserve this shit