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I guess I'm just a product of my mom and dad
Swallowin caps-ules smoking out of plastic bags
Drinkin outta paper bags till my livers bad... born to rot
Sworn id never tell a cop even if its out of hand
Father died by the age of one my pages have just begun
Maybe it's just cause I'm my father's son
Born from drugs probably gonna die that way
It's ironic how he died on mother's day
Heroin mixed with the alcohol sips
One slip of the vein that's all and that's it
And everyone looks at me like I should be rich
Well god damn basedshady bring him back to life
And while your at it you should break my mother's crack pipe
Born with a half life feel twice my age
Though id never ever act that way.. mature
Fuck that I laugh it helps me endure
This pain without the killer in me painkillers in me
Not the member fag just another medicine tab
Makes my mind set in at last so I'm losing my place
Losing my plate starving yet ill smoke an eighth
Hope I ain't late for saving grace or some leniency
This life I've found no decency I just wanna decease
I'm in pain way too late my late fee is the heaven gates
No more air like I stepped in outerspace
Sofa chairs vodka and wine grapes
Let it reiterate my little faith as in what I am today