left handed
Kindergarten left handed I don't know what to do
Said that I'm wrong but I dunno how to change
I don't wanna change
You just aim to destroy me
You just aim you just aim to destroy me
You a lame little boy to me
I don't even play with toys baby you annoying me
She wish that she was a quarter of me
Every other one is borin' me
No one soar to be
Somethin' better than great
Somethin' that wasn't rape
A murderers fake and murderers late to his job
We only rob stores with guns
If we need a few funds
But we never have fun
Society has the worst type of morals
We could kill another brother just because he is a different color
Go home to his mother tell her that her son was shot dead
Does that sit right
In your head when you get out of bed
Do you think that he deserved to be filled with lead
Where did he go when he died
Where did he Where did he
Where did he go when he died
Where did he Where did he
Where did he Where did he
Where did he go when he died
Kindergarten left handed I don't know what to do
Said that I'm wrong but I dunno how to change
I don't wanna change
You just aim to destroy me
You just aim you just aim to destroy me
You a lame little boy to me
I don't even play with toys baby you annoying me
Goin' to the army for a weekend
Smokin' so much rock yeah I think maybe I'm tweakin
That bitch smokin' cock yeah I think that she is teethin
None of these words have any fuckin' meanin
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Said that I'm wrong but I dunno how to change
I don't wanna change
You just aim to destroy me
You just aim you just aim to destroy me
You a lame little boy to me
I don't even play with toys baby you annoying me
She wish that she was a quarter of me
Every other one is borin' me
No one soar to be
Somethin' better than great
Somethin' that wasn't rape
A murderers fake and murderers late to his job
We only rob stores with guns
If we need a few funds
But we never have fun
Society has the worst type of morals
We could kill another brother just because he is a different color
Go home to his mother tell her that her son was shot dead
Does that sit right
In your head when you get out of bed
Do you think that he deserved to be filled with lead
Where did he go when he died
Where did he Where did he
Where did he go when he died
Where did he Where did he
Where did he Where did he
Where did he go when he died
Kindergarten left handed I don't know what to do
Said that I'm wrong but I dunno how to change
I don't wanna change
You just aim to destroy me
You just aim you just aim to destroy me
You a lame little boy to me
I don't even play with toys baby you annoying me
Goin' to the army for a weekend
Smokin' so much rock yeah I think maybe I'm tweakin
That bitch smokin' cock yeah I think that she is teethin
None of these words have any fuckin' meanin
Chapter 47 page 99 start readin
Not all music has to have a reason
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Writer(s): Austin Drinovsky
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