The Kid
Growin' up, black and blue, that shit eats away at you
Beat up when I go to school, beat up by my father too
Livin' life in a haze, dug myself a shallow grave
Probation on Saturday's, can't look in my mother's face
Sellin' drugs on the street, won't give no apology
'Cause I am what the universe made me
Take a step back and put your hands up, don't do anything stupid
Gimme that cash, fill the bag up 'cause nothin's gon' stop this kid
No, nothin's gon' stop this kid
No, nothin's gon' stop this kid
No, nothin's gon' stop this kid
Drinkin' slow, dyin' fast, fill me up another glass
Gotta make it outta here, can't become my biggest fears
Spendin' nights in a cell, built my own version of hell
No one comes to bail me out, better shut your fuckin' mouth
Livin' low, gettin' high, watch my crooked soul die
I do what I gotta do to get by
Take a step back and put your hands up, don't do anything stupid
Gimme that cash, fill the bag up 'cause nothin's gon' stop this kid
No, nothin's gon' stop this kid
No, nothin's gon' stop this kid
No, nothin's gon' stop this kid
How did I get to be— (so low?)
How did I get to be—so low?
Fallin' 'part at the seams, feel my ugly veins bleed
I am what this crooked world made me
Take a step back and put your hands up, don't do anything stupid
Gimme that cash, fill the bag up 'cause nothin's gon' stop this kid
No, nothin's gon' stop this kid
No, nothin's gon' stop this kid
No, nothin's gon' stop this kid
Beat up when I go to school, beat up by my father too
Livin' life in a haze, dug myself a shallow grave
Probation on Saturday's, can't look in my mother's face
Sellin' drugs on the street, won't give no apology
'Cause I am what the universe made me
Take a step back and put your hands up, don't do anything stupid
Gimme that cash, fill the bag up 'cause nothin's gon' stop this kid
No, nothin's gon' stop this kid
No, nothin's gon' stop this kid
No, nothin's gon' stop this kid
Drinkin' slow, dyin' fast, fill me up another glass
Gotta make it outta here, can't become my biggest fears
Spendin' nights in a cell, built my own version of hell
No one comes to bail me out, better shut your fuckin' mouth
Livin' low, gettin' high, watch my crooked soul die
I do what I gotta do to get by
Take a step back and put your hands up, don't do anything stupid
Gimme that cash, fill the bag up 'cause nothin's gon' stop this kid
No, nothin's gon' stop this kid
No, nothin's gon' stop this kid
No, nothin's gon' stop this kid
How did I get to be— (so low?)
How did I get to be—so low?
Fallin' 'part at the seams, feel my ugly veins bleed
I am what this crooked world made me
Take a step back and put your hands up, don't do anything stupid
Gimme that cash, fill the bag up 'cause nothin's gon' stop this kid
No, nothin's gon' stop this kid
No, nothin's gon' stop this kid
No, nothin's gon' stop this kid
Credits
Writer(s): Adam Jensen
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