Hey, what's up, you know he never calls you But you, always so masochist, smoking in your rocking chair Hey, your killing yourself in both ways Don't call the damn son of a bitch of my father to tell him I didn't hand you the phone Prefers to keep on fucking that bitch's blond pussy than to take care of his daughter And what the hell, they blamed me for their death Mama told me in my face Never respects her daughter but crawls behind the feet of some stinky brown man Yeah, the brown man, the one that prefered her over you Yeah, the one who really never feels ashamed Cause he always tell you some crappy romantic stuff and has you in the palm of his hand Of course, he always has to leave early I don't wanna see when his bitch smash his fat ass Now I remember, you said I have no feelings Cause I usually tell the truth without pity or shame And I don't like to be treated like dirt cause he treat you like dirt and you still let him clean you You say he gives you money, I say he does it cause he takes pity on you He can't stand seeing you waiting for him so he solves it with some 20's How I see you 15 years from now, still in your rocking chair with some machine in your neck And I'm tired of trying to make you see he's not worth a penny Oh, but you wanna have his baby You need someone to slap you in the face, girl The little pride you have left.
Reason for writing:
My mom.
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