LOTTA TRAUMA Your Name Here (Rap)

This shit is too fuckin real
Really ain't ready for this bruh

Mamas in the bottom of a bottle, lotta trauma (damn)
Me and Millie making music, escaping the problems (real)
Come summer, papas partially here, hardly father (fuck em)
Mama lost it, arguing about apartment options

Mary Lillie departed
Papa got farther apart, acting retarded
Fucking on women, they’re twenty something, his vision is stuck in rooms
With Barbara and teenage bitches
But mama’s smarter, victim and a martyr
Had his daughter, heard em cheating
Sipping vodka while she’s watching
Weighing options while in Cabo
Long way from Alton

*grandma*
Hey therе Mr. J! It’s Gran
I was calling cause I wanted to talk to you and check on ya
And so, uh, whеn you get the message, and you have some time…
Just let me know you’re doing okay
You can call me or just text me if you don’t have a lot of time to talk
So, follow through please sir
I love you! I’ll talk with you later