Cause i'd turn into the unabomber, momma always said
Followed by the depressive thoughts that pop into her head
Like im the king of the dot, send you to health care
She broken beyond repair/ hoping with a prayer
The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy
The ones who wanted their family to have a little money
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