I'm from Alabama, I'm about 4'11
I got a shitty father and I'd like to go to heaven
Internally I'm scrappy, but I'm afraid to fight
I prefer to keep my hoops in so I stay in at night
They tell me not to falter,
to tell them who I am
But I'm not * sure I know I love shitty men
They normally contribute to the state that I'm in
This place that I'm in,
this * state that I'm in
Sometimes in the morning I feel bad when I get up
And I look around my house and I look at all the stuff
I get to feeling guilty and I think about my mom
I'm the first one in my family to see a million bucks
No,
I don't wanna talk about it
I'd rather write my way
around it
Cause I don't wanna talk about it No,
I don't like the way it's sounding
And I don't know no one around here
And I don't wanna talk about it
I don't wanna talk about it
I'm not much of a cooker, but I like to make
my pasta I throw it in a pot and I mix it with the
thought of losing all I've ever had Losing all I've ever fought for
And then I get high and I wonder what it's all for
I write songs about my father and the * up * he did
But I take one out the chamber cause I'm learning to forgive
I would rather not throw him right up under the bus
Though I used to wish someday that he'd get hit by that bus
I would like to not be bitter and I take that back
And I prefer it sweet,
but still I take my coffee black
And it's four in the morning and I wake up
in a sway Paranoid that someone's there,
it's only ever just the wind
Oh,
I don't wanna talk about it I wanna write my way around it
Cause I don't wanna talk about it No,
I don't like the way it's sounding
And I don't know no one around here And I don't wanna talk about it
Somehow now I'm twenty and I'm trying to figure out
What the hell to do with love and what the hell to do without
I walk in with my head high,
I feel like a tall child
I sample lemonade to make Gucci Mane proud