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Sorry Dad But I just couldn’t hold back
Cause if you and that whore didn’t act so fucking whack I wouldn’t have to think about coming back
The fact is simply I wouldn’t of left so swiftly
And I didn’t leave cause it was chilly
Or for these itty bitty beefs that mean less to me than Petey’s Queefs
You alcoholic bitch you should just frolic
Don’t fuck with this walking Red Burning me
A Victorian in her head
picks on a Bulgarian that’s dead
An doesn’t expect me to see fucking red
That’s my mom you’re calling an “ugly, cunt whore”
I’ll put your head to the fucking floor
stomp til I see your fucking core
fuck I’m shaking full of it
The urge to do it Is taking me
Cause you say that shit Hypocritically
evidence seen already
Why do I even fucking bother?
Go have a kid with a third father
You should join my mother you fucking
Addict
Maggot
Faggot
Go Get married then get buried

I wanna go home
I just wanna go home
Please let me go home
I miss my home

I wanna go home
I just wanna go home
Please let me go home
I miss my home

She could’ve of let me stay but
I’m astray cause she took it all away
What I would’ve gave to just to stay
Might just blow you the fuck away
Now stop whining and get back to the fucking song

People like criticizing me for not telling a lie
Saying what’s on my mind
And not being a subside
But I guess that’s fine
Since they don’t realize
I just do anything I can
Just to get back to Michigan
But they’ll never know what that’s like since they simply had a better life
And didn’t have to fight for every single thing
An extra helping and family
That’s no excuse but
I used to sing my songs
Sounding like a ding dong being mauled
And Saying I was praying for help to come along
But still Was being used a ping-pong ball between
People with these genes
My Former queen
And People I’ve never even seen
And that’s still not even the reason I had to leave
No place for me
No place I seen
Surrounded by drinking
Thinking to be flying
Thoughts diving
tears drying
Insecurities reviving
Rather be dying
So fuck it brute
Might as well shoot
Hit these motherfuckers with the boot
Turn back on the other mood
I wish I would’ve used in school
Not been blown off like a balloon
Thought it’s time I grew
No more time to tend you
Got rhymes to attend to
Friends tend to bend you
And family tends to end you
They pretend and let you down
You’ll have to leave the town
Spend your time trying to get back down
While getting out down by those who shared gowns
But I’m prepared for
and I declared war
But I don’t care this is fun
And my focus is on getting the funds to come back
And I’m prepared for smacks
To have to use my air bag
To Indefinitely see black
And that’s a fact
That I’d take a bullet in the dome before I ever gave up hope
I wanna come home and this gives me the hope to cope
So leave me the fuck alone