Yea yea yea
For all the times I stressed you out
So many times that I've lost count
Too much on my conscious
Tired of all the nonsense I'm sorry momma
For all the pain I put you through
The things that I just can't undo
Too much on my conscious
Tired of all the nonsense I'm sorry momma
I'm a nusene I'm a bastard
Lifes a book I'm skippin' chapters
Momma told me I should slow down
Hennessy then perkies after
Always trippin' always wyldin'
Off the Xanny I get violent
I need Addies just to focuse
Can't control my own emotions
Momma just know you the best yea
Sorry for all of the stress yea
I know that I've been a mess still
I almost died off the X pills
Sometimes I wish that I did thou
OD and die that's a sin thou
Thoughts on my mind I feel real low
Mind like a room with no windows
For all the times I stressed you out
So many times that I've lost count
Too much on my conscious
Tired of all the nonsense I'm sorry momma
For all the pain I put you through
For the things that I just can't undo
Too much on my conscious
Tired of all the nonsense I'm sorry momma
Honestly I think I'm psycho (Psycho)
Feel like I'm walkin' on a tight rope (Tight rope)
If I fall I won't make it (No)
Mights well shoot me with a rifle
I don't wanna be the issue (Issue)
If I left I'd really miss you (Miss you)
I just dont know any other way
Maybe I should end it all today
For all the times I stressed you out
So many times that I've lost count
Too much on my conscious
Tired of all the nonsense I'm sorry momma
For all the pain I put you through
The things that I just can't undo
Too much on my conscious
Tired of all the nonsense I'm sorry momma