You gonna hit me, dad.
You gonna beat me till I puke weird-looking fluid,
Cause you never feed me something to puke, dad.
Someone ask me,
“How are ya.”
Cause what you’re asking is something I used to.
Beaten and beaten
Hiding and hiding,
Give me some cash to buy another bleedless clothes.
Blue, black, purple,
Not gonna worry cause I just gonna go spent 3 minutes and it’s all gonna covered.
Not gonna worry, cause I was born for this.
I’m only good cause no one try pull my clothes.
Silent kid on the corner tell the teacher that I don’t look good,
No he don’t,
He don’t know,
Cause I’m always happy, just a bit sappy.
Cause I always cover it.