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Watched my momma cry, she says "baby why", I say "baby die".
Baby's gone, like a suicide.
I don't think you'll see him soon, mom.
stay out my room, mom.
Tell daddy that I hate that motherfucker like you, mom.
I sing this shit for you Danny, Sasha and Jordan.
These beers keep gettin warmer every time that I hold em.
I pour this out for you like a partner in crime.
It's part of the times, when your sick in the mind.
Yeah I'm sick, oh so sick, I'm so sick of this shit.
Yeah I'm lit, I'm so lit, I'm so fucked up off it.
So I stumble around, till I stumble, fall down to this puddle of my tears laying here on the ground.
When you've got nothing left, you've got nothing left to lose.
With my last and single breath, I'll still be singing to you.
So when you bury me, man, you better bury me deep.
And sing along to this song cause you're broken like me.
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