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♥ 9_11 ♥
I remember a little bit of my childhood
Sometimes bad, sometimes good
So I see everythings face value
Looks grim, it tastes bad too
There's nothing to do except dupe
I swear to god it's too stretched
Too easy to slip or lose steps
And the taller you are, the harder you fall
That's why a lot of us crawl
Mumma, please don't look now
I've gotta walk over people I've took down
It ain't as pretty as you probably think
It's gonna take more than soap and a sink
Turn it up til it burns that stove top
Mr know it all, bad boy showoffs
Red lights, no stops
Afraid that it's me that's crazy
Carry me home - take care of your baby...