[Chorus]
You know that I am sorry, Momma
I never meant to hurt you
I never meant to make you cry
Only wanna see you smile
You know that I am sorry, Momma
I never meant to hurt you
I never meant to make you cry
Only wanna see you smile
(Anonymass)
[Verse 1]
Yeah, growin' up, wasn't a kid they believed would prosper
Back when Dad was gettin' 'scripts from a crooked doctor
Back when I was readin' 'scripts from the book of vodka
I used to keep a half a zip in my student locker
Older sis was expelled, went to school at Excel
With all the other bad kids, made it hard to excel
I was fifteen when Ben taught me how to inhale
Stopped prayin' then 'cause I was used to livin' in hell
Burnt like sage, but I wasn't on the Indian Trail
Before we ever went to jail, was gettin' plenty of bales
Back before your favorite rapper albums' lyrics were stale
I kept my clientele small out of fear they would tell
I used to run with the drug dealers, felt like they was big brothers
After Pops died, I had to eat, so I skipped supper
Bumper car love, between us, there's a big buffer
Runnin' from your own pain just made your kids suffer
Leavin' my crib, went on a comma chase
Never justified the tears put on my Momma face
I swear she cried for a year straight
Tryna hold this family together, but my hands were like clear tape
Easy to break, straight face 'cause a smile wasn't easy to fake
And mistakes were a dime a dozen, easy to make
But this pill bottle felt like concrete, it wasn't easy to shake
You know that I am sorry, Momma
I never meant to hurt you
I never meant to make you cry
Only wanna see you smile
You know that I am sorry, Momma
I never meant to hurt you
I never meant to make you cry
Only wanna see you smile
(Anonymass)
[Verse 1]
Yeah, growin' up, wasn't a kid they believed would prosper
Back when Dad was gettin' 'scripts from a crooked doctor
Back when I was readin' 'scripts from the book of vodka
I used to keep a half a zip in my student locker
Older sis was expelled, went to school at Excel
With all the other bad kids, made it hard to excel
I was fifteen when Ben taught me how to inhale
Stopped prayin' then 'cause I was used to livin' in hell
Burnt like sage, but I wasn't on the Indian Trail
Before we ever went to jail, was gettin' plenty of bales
Back before your favorite rapper albums' lyrics were stale
I kept my clientele small out of fear they would tell
I used to run with the drug dealers, felt like they was big brothers
After Pops died, I had to eat, so I skipped supper
Bumper car love, between us, there's a big buffer
Runnin' from your own pain just made your kids suffer
Leavin' my crib, went on a comma chase
Never justified the tears put on my Momma face
I swear she cried for a year straight
Tryna hold this family together, but my hands were like clear tape
Easy to break, straight face 'cause a smile wasn't easy to fake
And mistakes were a dime a dozen, easy to make
But this pill bottle felt like concrete, it wasn't easy to shake
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