The Family Situation

Yeah
I’m fucked up
Inches left to break
Myself and this whole mistake
Because I’m feeling these feelings
That’s rotting deep inside
I’m nervous and burning and I can’t take this shit
The video we did, we should of all been stuck
instead I gotta bite the bullet
And no I didn’t fuck any kid, you’re sad
You’re pathetic and eating your anger to beat on my ass
I’m just a kid, I got nothing to say
You’ve beaten my boy emotions and my heart everyday
So let’s stop
Let’s motherfucking stop
I can’t wait to bump into you on the streets
So I can start, world war 3

My war
My war
My war
My war
My war
My war
My war
My war

I’m too damn profound and intense
With this stress
Carrying this weight
Wants a bullet in your head
Getting kicked out of my home
Government won’t leave me alone
Clearly I’m uncomfortable who’s trying trying to pick out this bone
As we fall deeper, we gotta find more drama
From a degenerate sod who calls himself a father
Who are you to point fingers at me
Those kids get more fucked seeing you take each drink
Low life drunk, who beats his son
VB filled lungs
You are the low of scums
kids hang loose, keeping their hopes up for lies
But that voiceless Family still looks at me in despise
Don’t get overwhelmed
Coz you’re still raising your fists to make a fool of yourself
So what are you gonna do
Start a fight
Swing a hit
I’m over this, you gutless pig

There’s no proof
There’s no proof
There’s no proof
There’s no proof
There’s no proof
There’s no proof
There’s no proof
There’s no proof

I’ve been dealing with this haze for days
Everything I see, fills me with rage
And every time I see your obnoxious face
Everything inside me makes me feel pure hate
There’s rights from wrongs
Who can hate this long
So take this personally
Let’s start world war 3

Fuck you
Fuck You
Fuck You
Fuck you