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jonathon quiles
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I just like...
I've never really talked about this, you know?
Yeah
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
This can't be fixed, I'd rather weep
I hate this house, I'm dying to leave
My mom's a snake, my dad, he drinks
Don't know my dad, he don't know me
We're not like how we used to be
We don't connect, we hardly speak
He tries to drive, I hide the keys
I'm babysitting a grown man at 17, at 17
He's fuckin' pissed and starts to scream
My heart races and skips a beat
We're face to face, I can't believe
That every day's the same old thing
We fight all night, I hardly sleep
I wish he'd listen to me plead
A sober you is what we need
This wears me thin, I'm feeling weak
I feel hopeless to say the least, fuck
He never slows down, uh, never slows down on the whisky
The more shots he takes, the more risky
Most times, things tend to go south quickly
He's depending on liquor, we're depending on him
He's calling outta work, there's no money coming in
We're about to lose the house, how can we let it slip?
Factor in the fact that I have to hold all of it in
I hate when...
They ask, "How's life?" I'm like, "It's fine"
I sigh, they know, deep down, I'm lyin'
They ask, "How's life?" I'm like, "It's fine"
I sigh, they know, deep down, I'm lyin'
Ooh, I'm lyin'
Ooh, I'm lyin'
Ooh, I'm lyin'
I'm broke and empty inside
Fuck
Yeah
I pray the Lord my soul to take
I lost my hope, I lost my faith
I hate this house, wish I'd escape
My dad's a drunk, my mom's a snake
Don't know my mom, she don't know me
She's out all night and can't be traced
It's been a week, ain't seen her face
We hardly speak, what can I say?
I'm dealing with a grown woman who can't be saved, who can't be saved
She's lost her mind, she's a lost case
She's filled with greed, I'm dying to say
It don't matter how much you make
When you account how much you've waste
She blows her checks, she gambles late
She takes her shot, we're in her aim
She doesn't stop, the bills aren't paid
She blames my dad when she's to blame
Tell me, how much more can I take? Fuck
She never slows down, uh, never slows down on the gambling
Her life falls apart as time passes
She's blind to all of the things that can happen
She's losing control and she can't get a grip
She's addicted to the slots, there's no money coming in
We're about to lose the house, how can we let it slip?
Factor in the fact that I had to hold all of it in
I hate when...
They ask, "How's life?" I'm like, "It's fine"
I sigh, they know, deep down, I'm lyin'
They ask, "How's life?" I'm like, "It's fine"
I sigh, they know, deep down, I'm lyin'
Ooh, I'm lyin'
Ooh, I'm lyin'
Ooh, I'm lyin'
I'm broke and empty inside
Yeah
I'm broken, I'm broken, I'm broken
I'm broke and empty inside
Writer(s): Jonathon Quiles
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