Mickey's Boy
Round and round, around we go
I tried not let my feelings show
Round and round, around we go
I tried to block out all the things I know
Round and round, around we go, Round and round, around we go
Round and round, around we go, I tried to block out all the things I know
Dear ma, I've always had to deal with favoritism
Wrote my own story, no plagiarism
Middle child syndrome, I found me, when I discovered rap
Who's he trying to be, and why do you encourage that
But it's whatever, I ain't never had cheerleaders
Plus you was always was going out, you never there neither
Many nights you left us sleeping over nana's house
I would stay awake, because I could see how these shit was panning out
Always having some bum niggas around
I just want my life, that's how dumb you use to sound
Dear ma, I recall these memories, vividly
And if you stayed with Micky, we would have lived life differently
Psychiatrist asking me why I'm mad
You forever complaining about shit that we never had
We really had it that bad, I mean it's really sad
If I ever needed something, told me go and Ask my dad
Fuck
Round and round, around we go, I tried not let my feelings show
Round and round, around we go, I tried to block out all the things I know
Round and round, around we go, Round and round, around we go
Round and round, around we go, I tried to block out all the things I know
Tension so thick, that you can cut with a knife
And some of the shit I seen as a child, fucking scarred me for life
Broken home and strife, you never came home some nights
Telling my side of the story bringing shit into light
Look, I'll Never forget the shit that was said
How I was a nobody and you wished I was dead
Some days I just lay in the bed
The words replay in my head
Thats the thought of our past, sometimes makes me fucking see red
Uh, Keep telling yourself you did a good job
You'd rather have a Louis Vuitton, instead of being a mom
I could never be calm, ima walking time bomb
Things blew up in your face, he couldn't keep you from harm
I'm been battling demons, cleaning out my closet
I figured out the reason, why I'm bothered and who caused it
Shit, it's really fucking sad
If I ever needed something, told me go and Ask my dad, Fuck
Round and round, around we go, I tried not let my feelings show
Round and round, around we go, I tried to block out all the things I know
Round and round, around we go, Round and round, around we go
Round and round, around we go, I tried to block out all the things I know
I tried not let my feelings show
Round and round, around we go
I tried to block out all the things I know
Round and round, around we go, Round and round, around we go
Round and round, around we go, I tried to block out all the things I know
Dear ma, I've always had to deal with favoritism
Wrote my own story, no plagiarism
Middle child syndrome, I found me, when I discovered rap
Who's he trying to be, and why do you encourage that
But it's whatever, I ain't never had cheerleaders
Plus you was always was going out, you never there neither
Many nights you left us sleeping over nana's house
I would stay awake, because I could see how these shit was panning out
Always having some bum niggas around
I just want my life, that's how dumb you use to sound
Dear ma, I recall these memories, vividly
And if you stayed with Micky, we would have lived life differently
Psychiatrist asking me why I'm mad
You forever complaining about shit that we never had
We really had it that bad, I mean it's really sad
If I ever needed something, told me go and Ask my dad
Fuck
Round and round, around we go, I tried not let my feelings show
Round and round, around we go, I tried to block out all the things I know
Round and round, around we go, Round and round, around we go
Round and round, around we go, I tried to block out all the things I know
Tension so thick, that you can cut with a knife
And some of the shit I seen as a child, fucking scarred me for life
Broken home and strife, you never came home some nights
Telling my side of the story bringing shit into light
Look, I'll Never forget the shit that was said
How I was a nobody and you wished I was dead
Some days I just lay in the bed
The words replay in my head
Thats the thought of our past, sometimes makes me fucking see red
Uh, Keep telling yourself you did a good job
You'd rather have a Louis Vuitton, instead of being a mom
I could never be calm, ima walking time bomb
Things blew up in your face, he couldn't keep you from harm
I'm been battling demons, cleaning out my closet
I figured out the reason, why I'm bothered and who caused it
Shit, it's really fucking sad
If I ever needed something, told me go and Ask my dad, Fuck
Round and round, around we go, I tried not let my feelings show
Round and round, around we go, I tried to block out all the things I know
Round and round, around we go, Round and round, around we go
Round and round, around we go, I tried to block out all the things I know
Credits
Writer(s): Quinn Brathwaite
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