Lightbulbs
Welcome to the madhouse, good morning
I put a pipe bomb where your hope was forming
Don't try to escape nigga, that's your warning
You'll never get out alive, hope that was calming
Uh, go 'til the gold collapse
Make a million of rap, too skinny to sling crack
My girl said she love me, I told her to lean back
'Cause I'm far too important to be caught in all that
Tell me sweet lies that will hurt everyone
'Til I hopped out the booth and she told me the truth
Now I didn't want to hear it, but I gotta run to bed
And work through the show even though I ain't that parent
Fuck!
Parenthood is a chore for me
Hope to God someone prays for me
And while this father and daughter collet nickels
For some scraps to eat
Who will care for I, while I care for she?
Lets face it, on this mission, death is my intention
Fucked up environment
Plus when I decided I would link up with the army coalition
Simple niggas give me the benefit of suspicion
Some beg for change I can't spare
But oh my god you'd swear my check is there
And I ain't even had no fucking father or pare
When your life's fucked up your guardians will come near
Fuck a icon, I state the facts
Elvis? Overrated
Farrah Fawcett? Couldn't act
Raz-B? Is a fag
Taylor Swift? Needs a tan
And the worst kind of fan is a fucking shady stan
Live by the motto: "Don't ever fold"
Whack shit it goes plat'
Classics go gold
Age of the mp3 y'all, wanna sell records?
Gotta make garbage
Lightbulb
I'm sorry, I mean my bad
My bad, I'm sorry
I put a pipe bomb where your hope was forming
Don't try to escape nigga, that's your warning
You'll never get out alive, hope that was calming
Uh, go 'til the gold collapse
Make a million of rap, too skinny to sling crack
My girl said she love me, I told her to lean back
'Cause I'm far too important to be caught in all that
Tell me sweet lies that will hurt everyone
'Til I hopped out the booth and she told me the truth
Now I didn't want to hear it, but I gotta run to bed
And work through the show even though I ain't that parent
Fuck!
Parenthood is a chore for me
Hope to God someone prays for me
And while this father and daughter collet nickels
For some scraps to eat
Who will care for I, while I care for she?
Lets face it, on this mission, death is my intention
Fucked up environment
Plus when I decided I would link up with the army coalition
Simple niggas give me the benefit of suspicion
Some beg for change I can't spare
But oh my god you'd swear my check is there
And I ain't even had no fucking father or pare
When your life's fucked up your guardians will come near
Fuck a icon, I state the facts
Elvis? Overrated
Farrah Fawcett? Couldn't act
Raz-B? Is a fag
Taylor Swift? Needs a tan
And the worst kind of fan is a fucking shady stan
Live by the motto: "Don't ever fold"
Whack shit it goes plat'
Classics go gold
Age of the mp3 y'all, wanna sell records?
Gotta make garbage
Lightbulb
I'm sorry, I mean my bad
My bad, I'm sorry
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Writer(s): Devon Hendryx
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