Blammo

prod. by santos santana

It’s 10 o’clock do you know where your children are
We’re in the lots, doing drugs in a hoopty car
We bled red with our parents drinking in the shed
Don’t think they care, don’t think they will care until we’re dead

Two shots, more shots, take them to the head
Pour me four, or the codeine, fuck it put me in a bed
If I die before I wake, than it was a piece of cake
Never got results from you at least until I made mistakes

Dear god is you there it is just me again
Remember when they beat me over little shit when I was 10
Where were your prying eyes when innocence was crucified
If you ever really existed then I’m glad that you had died

I was the boogeyman feeling neo-Cobaine
Broke all their hearts with a broken brain
Accepted pain gained from the blame

It’s just a bane of existence with zero gain
Stick in your lane as I skid off of the interstate

It’s 10 o’clock do you know where your children are
We’re behind locks, in our rooms cutting on our arms
We bled red with our parents drinking in the shed
Don’t think they care, don’t think they will care until we’re dead

Call the cops, better yet, let’s shoot the shots
10 o’ clock, ghouls on lock, they’re snatchin boys up off the block
Won’t do their job and clean up slop, ain’t their spot, answer dot dot
It’s why we toss rocks, show off glocks, rockets shot out of the box

Economics, Reaganomics never did us no good
Have you even taken a look around the neighborhood
How about you take an ear, and listen to what you will hear
The shouts are loud and rattle windows, but not the reason for the fear

bestgore (edgelord)

𝕰𝕹𝕿𝕰𝕽𝕺𝕭𝕷𝕴𝖁𝕴𝕺𝕹

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Blammo

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