Aftermeth

Your mother didn't want a kid
Your father didn't try a bit
You had a chance for good life I heard
But you change your degree for living in the dirt

Falling down, falling down, falling down like a stone
Falling down, falling down, falling down like a stone

You were good at math
Now you're good at meth
You were good at math
Now you're good at meth

You was beaten by dad
You was beaten by mom
You sell your body for the cheapest drug
You was beaten by mom
You was beaten by dad
Your p.i.m.p. is your boyfriend

You think this world exists for you
You can't kill internal pain, it's about to spew
We had a chance for good life I heard
But happy time is gone away, so sink in the dirt

Falling down, falling down, falling down like a stone
Falling down, falling down, falling down like a stone

You were good at math
Now you're good at meth
You were good at math
Now you're good at meth

You was beaten by dad
You was beaten by mom
You sell your body for the cheapest drug
You was beaten by mom
You was beaten by dad
Your p.i.m.p. is your boyfriend



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Writer(s): Johnny Roller
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