Milffes Emo
Just a single mother holding it down
my face is so unpredictable
but i am listening
so much shit on my mind
how is this gonna get paid..
when that needs to be paid.
this motherfucker is repeating his self
why dont they have this shit online
i know your not purposely wasting my time
i just wish the room was filled with recliners and usb
and instead of a computer or taking notes just
upload this shit to my brain so i can start making
this money my lil man needs
your talking he's growing
with every word you say and every exam
you take the time to make into 150 fuckin questions
he's hungary
hes waiting on me
and im just waiting in this hard ass chair waiting on this shit to
download.. waiting on it to make sense
and in a sense i just need the patience
but your giving me your time and I appreciate that
im praying my Add will corrporate and
I will make it thru this.
so excuse my french thast not the right class anyway
my God said I am going to make it thru this
one day at a time
one page in a minute.
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