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Laying in my twin bed, listening to what my twin said Sink is full; the floor's a mess Gotta drag my black ass downstairs (Ayo) My momma whipping and my skin be crippin But I bite my tongue, and I try to listen Man I hate these walls I'll never miss them When I'm of age I'll be out of prison And that's how I feel if she'd really listen And my father's gone man I barely miss him (Man them Bronx days was all I was given) And I'm a problem child and I need forgiveness (Ayo) And only lord knows how I be living and the truth of the words that I be spitting "Talk back boy and you'll be smitten" But backtalk's not the definition Got the Nah, I'm playing That's- that's not going in Alright you can cut it- you can cut it there Add reverb on it, yeah (1-2-3 One up) My stomach screaming but my mother scheming Guess I'm not going downstairs this evening Man my eyes tired but I'm so inspired F*ck sleep I can go without her I got these chords, they my superpower With my earbuds in, I'll be gone for hours And forget the pain, in my DAW of course With these pretty chords on some synthesizers, nigga (F*ck) (Ah good) Shit Brandon, are your vocals in yet