Society
Every breath that I take as the night turns bright
I sit in my room as I plot and I write
bout society and shit that goes bump in the night
so here is the stroy so please sit tight.
Our kids will ask how it was like groin up
we'll say get some popcorn and pass me a cup
yeah we all used to sip on that liquor and lean
till mom walked in and nothing was clean
she found out that we were all drunk and high
so she went to her room and cried
so I kicked em out and said goodbye
and went to my room and lied in bed will morning came
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