2020
Mother
Father
Future son
Daughter
I might give up
Hope someone miss me
All these shadows in my head I couldn't fathom
Back in 2020
We running low on money
My dad can't walk he stumbling
My mom was crying, stuffy
He barely made it, lucky
This shit was never funny
This can't be real I'm running
I can't face you I'm shunning
It wasn't till I saw him hooked up I started succumbing
I'm clutching
My mother's hand cuz she can't handle this shit
At least I wish I did I was too gone oh so distracted
My world taught me to shut my trap back when I was just a kid
And all those scars dig in so deep I can't get into that shit
But know I got my family's back I just can't speak about it
Unless its pen and paper, trauma got my vocal cords stitched
And all this had to happen right when fucking Covid had hit
The only thing I thought I'd never lose was my will to live but
Back in 2020
Back in 2020
Always asking God what the point is
Know that he tired of my shit trust I'm tired of it too
Driving back home from my work shift
Ain't no difference lonely there and I'm lonely in my room
Mom call crying once again
Gotta be a rock again never even told my friends
I had the mindset that nobody cared
Honestly sometimes it still feel that way
Still got the songs ain't no rapping I vented
The only way Aidan G ever stayed sane
I kept faith in the Lord
To this day thank Him that Satan don't grasp on my brain
All of my heartstrings were torn
Hoping we make it I hope I can crawl out this cave
But when I looked I just ain't see the light
Let it all take me ain't put up a fight
Ah shit, uh
I always scribbled all night
I only cope cuz I write
I only made it cuz I chose the vision not sight
I can do something learn from these life lessons cuz even in pain I'm alive
But if not then
Mother
Father
Future son
Daughter
I might give up
Hope someone miss me
All these shadows in my head I couldn't fathom
Back in 2020
We running low on money
My dad can't walk he stumbling
My mom was crying, stuffy
He barely made it, lucky
This shit was never funny
This can't be real I'm running
I can't face you I'm shunning
It wasn't till I saw him hooked up I started succumbing
Father
Future son
Daughter
I might give up
Hope someone miss me
All these shadows in my head I couldn't fathom
Back in 2020
We running low on money
My dad can't walk he stumbling
My mom was crying, stuffy
He barely made it, lucky
This shit was never funny
This can't be real I'm running
I can't face you I'm shunning
It wasn't till I saw him hooked up I started succumbing
I'm clutching
My mother's hand cuz she can't handle this shit
At least I wish I did I was too gone oh so distracted
My world taught me to shut my trap back when I was just a kid
And all those scars dig in so deep I can't get into that shit
But know I got my family's back I just can't speak about it
Unless its pen and paper, trauma got my vocal cords stitched
And all this had to happen right when fucking Covid had hit
The only thing I thought I'd never lose was my will to live but
Back in 2020
Back in 2020
Always asking God what the point is
Know that he tired of my shit trust I'm tired of it too
Driving back home from my work shift
Ain't no difference lonely there and I'm lonely in my room
Mom call crying once again
Gotta be a rock again never even told my friends
I had the mindset that nobody cared
Honestly sometimes it still feel that way
Still got the songs ain't no rapping I vented
The only way Aidan G ever stayed sane
I kept faith in the Lord
To this day thank Him that Satan don't grasp on my brain
All of my heartstrings were torn
Hoping we make it I hope I can crawl out this cave
But when I looked I just ain't see the light
Let it all take me ain't put up a fight
Ah shit, uh
I always scribbled all night
I only cope cuz I write
I only made it cuz I chose the vision not sight
I can do something learn from these life lessons cuz even in pain I'm alive
But if not then
Mother
Father
Future son
Daughter
I might give up
Hope someone miss me
All these shadows in my head I couldn't fathom
Back in 2020
We running low on money
My dad can't walk he stumbling
My mom was crying, stuffy
He barely made it, lucky
This shit was never funny
This can't be real I'm running
I can't face you I'm shunning
It wasn't till I saw him hooked up I started succumbing
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Writer(s): Aidan Govan
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