Only been a teenager for 3 years
Displaying array of mentally sick behavior
Smorgasbord of pills in Pintos apartment
Rolled up bills like dinnerware
Old pizza, mayo, ketchup packets in the couch
Quick Stop hot dogs and greasy long hair
Smells like pussy inside my boxers for weeks on end
We keep on popping, snorting, selling, to erase our fears
Mom keeps on praying
We keep on straying from reading books, or hopes of being leaders or athletes
F*ck a Benz we got ounces of weed, liters of liquor, and benzodiazepine
All summer no sleep coming down Negley avenue with a pack of Newport's tucked in my black jeans
Climbed in the window, put on the tv
Heard the police, made sure I put the scale and shit in the bathroom ceiling
I see now their looking for me FREEZE
Peeked through the door saw a gun to my fleece
He put the side of my face on the floor with his knee squeezed
They thought I broke in the building but realized I wasn't a thief
I apologized to the landlord
He said you f*ckin kids better not have a repeat
With Led Zeppelin DVD's we kept on the screen seeing trails that seemed to excel
From the LSD I took last week
See you in hell
F*cking a Chatham college girl in the closet
I'm only sixteen
She said oh well
Exhaling smoke around my head like a veil
Unveiling my eyes In front of my mom when I'm high
She said I looked pale
Failing my mind I thought it helped
But it's killing my mental health
My therapist looked like she'd seen a ghost
I looked frail
She said I can't help your son anymore
He needs rehabilitation
So they sent me down and found the cocaine in my system
I said my weed must've been laced
Knowing they're trying to put me on Inpatient
Now my dads getting impatient with my abuse
But he's kicking me out and leaving my mom soon
So soon I'll be smoking blunts at 9am while she's driving me In her car to school
Getting head in my homeroom classroom
Or the alley ways off Bates between McKee place and Semple
Life could've been simple
But the devil and angel balance a scale inside of my head like a rope with two pit bulls
Sometimes I don't know who's gona win
But I know I can't miss if I tell you the truth
That satan is just a scared little bitch
But the angels paint pictures like Michael Angelo or Daniel Joseph Montano
So My halos proof
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Only been a teenager for 3 years
Displaying array of mentally sick behavior
Smorgasbord of pills in Pintos apartment
Rolled up bills like dinnerware
Old pizza, mayo, ketchup packets in the couch
Quick Stop hot dogs and greasy long hair
Smells like pussy inside my boxers for weeks on end
We keep on popping, snorting, selling, to erase our fears
Mom keeps on praying
We keep on straying from reading books, or hopes of being leaders or athletes
F*ck a Benz we got ounces of weed, liters of liquor, and benzodiazepine
All summer no sleep coming down Negley avenue with a pack of Newport's tucked in my black jeans
Climbed in the window, put on the tv
Heard the police, made sure I put the scale and shit in the bathroom ceiling
I see now their looking for me FREEZE
Peeked through the door saw a gun to my fleece
He put the side of my face on the floor with his knee squeezed
They thought I broke in the building but realized I wasn't a thief
I apologized to the landlord
He said you f*ckin kids better not have a repeat
With Led Zeppelin DVD's we kept on the screen seeing trails that seemed to excel
From the LSD I took last week
See you in hell
F*cking a Chatham college girl in the closet
I'm only sixteen
She said oh well
Exhaling smoke around my head like a veil
Unveiling my eyes In front of my mom when I'm high
She said I looked pale
Failing my mind I thought it helped
But it's killing my mental health
My therapist looked like she'd seen a ghost
I looked frail
She said I can't help your son anymore
He needs rehabilitation
So they sent me down and found the cocaine in my system
I said my weed must've been laced
Knowing they're trying to put me on Inpatient
Now my dads getting impatient with my abuse
But he's kicking me out and leaving my mom soon
So soon I'll be smoking blunts at 9am while she's driving me In her car to school
Getting head in my homeroom classroom
Or the alley ways off Bates between McKee place and Semple
Life could've been simple
But the devil and angel balance a scale inside of my head like a rope with two pit bulls
Sometimes I don't know who's gona win
But I know I can't miss if I tell you the truth
That satan is just a scared little bitch
But the angels paint pictures like Michael Angelo or Daniel Joseph Montano
So My halos proof
Displaying array of mentally sick behavior
Smorgasbord of pills in Pintos apartment
Rolled up bills like dinnerware
Old pizza, mayo, ketchup packets in the couch
Quick Stop hot dogs and greasy long hair
Smells like pussy inside my boxers for weeks on end
We keep on popping, snorting, selling, to erase our fears
Mom keeps on praying
We keep on straying from reading books, or hopes of being leaders or athletes
F*ck a Benz we got ounces of weed, liters of liquor, and benzodiazepine
All summer no sleep coming down Negley avenue with a pack of Newport's tucked in my black jeans
Climbed in the window, put on the tv
Heard the police, made sure I put the scale and shit in the bathroom ceiling
I see now their looking for me FREEZE
Peeked through the door saw a gun to my fleece
He put the side of my face on the floor with his knee squeezed
They thought I broke in the building but realized I wasn't a thief
I apologized to the landlord
He said you f*ckin kids better not have a repeat
With Led Zeppelin DVD's we kept on the screen seeing trails that seemed to excel
From the LSD I took last week
See you in hell
F*cking a Chatham college girl in the closet
I'm only sixteen
She said oh well
Exhaling smoke around my head like a veil
Unveiling my eyes In front of my mom when I'm high
She said I looked pale
Failing my mind I thought it helped
But it's killing my mental health
My therapist looked like she'd seen a ghost
I looked frail
She said I can't help your son anymore
He needs rehabilitation
So they sent me down and found the cocaine in my system
I said my weed must've been laced
Knowing they're trying to put me on Inpatient
Now my dads getting impatient with my abuse
But he's kicking me out and leaving my mom soon
So soon I'll be smoking blunts at 9am while she's driving me In her car to school
Getting head in my homeroom classroom
Or the alley ways off Bates between McKee place and Semple
Life could've been simple
But the devil and angel balance a scale inside of my head like a rope with two pit bulls
Sometimes I don't know who's gona win
But I know I can't miss if I tell you the truth
That satan is just a scared little bitch
But the angels paint pictures like Michael Angelo or Daniel Joseph Montano
So My halos proof
Writer: William Niels
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