Are grieving and broken
Come get some, you little bum
I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them
My childhood was fucked from the age of ten
Seen a show with marvin gaye last night, it had me shook
You've only got a set number of years 'till your childhood
Taking it back to to the same street from my childhood
It's pain in my eyes but these yves saints blind you to look
Magic city tipping them
Streaks are made to broken
Right back on my feet, i swear i'd never leave
My childhood was full of bad memories
Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck
My childhood didn't mean much, only raising green up
Off to work i go, back to this childhood
Fistful of wood, twisted for the good
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