I Hate the Sound of Car Keys

Like father, like son
Same face, same blood
Same car, same house
The difference: my mouth
Montgo- mery
Six-foot male teen
White tee, sagging jeans
Big, black, angry
Nigga

Shut the fuck up, you never fucking listen
Always in the bathroom, always in the kitchen
Always looking down on me, always talking down on me
Stop, trauma, it runs through the family

Yelling, swinging, punching, drinking, smoking
Yelling, swinging, punching, drinking, smoking
Yelling and swinging and punching and
Drinking and snorting and smoking
Kissing, fucking, crying, lying, always
Trying
It's too much
Every day
It's too much

Big, strong, football
Big, strong, basketball
Pick one
Pick one
Just pick one

Oh my god
Look at what you did to me
Oh my god
I hate the sound of car keys

Shut the fuck up, you never fucking listen
Always in the bathroom, always in the kitchen
Always talking down on me, always looking down on me
Always putting your hands on me, I wish you would fucking stop

I don't believe in Jesus 'cause he wasn't there for me
I don't believe in my dad for the same exact reason
Every man in my life commits some sort of treason
And then points the blame at me as if I'm the reason (why)

Father figuratively, you hung me from the family tree
Because the fruits of my labor fell too far

And another thing, at least Jamie had Jackie
At least you had a big brother to show you right from wrong
I was given a broken compass and a torn map
Fuck it