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I'm from Alabama, I'm 'bout 4' 11" I've 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 fucking sure, I know I love shitty men They normally contribute to the state that I'm in This place that I'm in, this fucking 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 Letras de cancionesI'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 fucked up shit 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 some day that he'd get hit by that bus I would like to not be bitter, yeah, and I'd take that back And I prefer sweet, but still, I take my coffee black It's 4:00 in the morning and I wake up in a sweat 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 But I don't wanna talk about it No I don't like the way it sounds 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 held high, I feel like a tall child I'll sample Lemonade to make Gucci Mane proud From Letras Mania