BadKidz (feat. Fisheyedom)

Today we will be introducing a band called Bad Kids Enjoy Sorry mama, that I turned out to be this way Sorry papa, you couldn't make another way I remember as a youngin' she was saying I'm important Sat up on my bed and said my voice was gonna show it But there's a difference, between flowing on mics, and speaking to christians, hold up When I sit and just think on it what is the difference, hold up My immaculate lack of a conscious when guided by folks with no force with a pull Glowing the soul, incomplete goals It took me like most of my innocence I look like I was gonna face to death penalty But writing rhymes with my future was innocence Who would have thought it would screw me up sooner than later I had a feeling, thought I was dreaming, Realizations of real life problems Had me on some f*ck the school shit, had me on some f*ck the rule shit, had me on some f*ck the regular Getting detentions and coming to crib hearing lessons on lessons, I'm tired, I'm stressing, I'm risking the whole streak So f*ck being holy If that means that I gotta be living in stuck bluff, and I can't take no puff puff And I'm living like you and I'm living like you which is living in doubt, that's enough,enough, no It's not what I want, want I'd rather break your heart than losing my own tryna copy your living large Sorry mama, that I turned out to be this way Sorry papa, if you couldn't make another way Sorry mama, that I turned out to be this way Sorry papa, if you couldn't make another way I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, I can't do this to you I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, I don't know what to do Sorry that I'm like this, sorry that I'm like this, sorry that I'm like this