Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Divorce (Intro), artist - Bankrol Hayden. Album song Pain is Temporary, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 25.06.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Atlantic
Song language: English
Divorce (Intro) |
Oh-oh |
Oh, oh, oh-oh |
Oh-oh, oh-oh |
Oh-oh, oh-oh |
Shared a room with my mom until I’m fifteen |
And I was livin' on my own when I turned sixteen |
When your parents break up, you lose your siblings |
But sometimes it ain’t better if we fix things |
Said the bruises on my body, will always go away |
But the words you said to me, they will always fuckin' stay |
And yeah I get presents upon my birthday |
But that don’t mean shit 'cause y’all still separate |
Goin' home to home will make you really feel so crazy |
It’s love for all my siblings, know we rockin', shout out Haley |
My brother sixteen and he 'bout to have a baby |
It’s a beautiful struggle, I thank the man above daily |
'Cause what you know about livin' out bags, goin' |
House to house, even packed all the bags and I’m like |
Everybody say «Just chill and relax» |
But then my heart went and shattered like threw it on a glass, yeah |
Shared a room with my mom until I’m fifteen |
And I was livin' on my own when I turned sixteen |
When your parents break up, you lose your siblings |
But sometimes it ain’t better if we fix things |
Said the bruises on my body, will always go away |
But the words you said to me, they will always fuckin' stay |
And yeah I get presents upon my birthday |
But that don’t mean shit 'cause y’all still separate |
I’m that kid that was kind, I’m the type to always, uh |
Blame it on myself and yeah my mind it went disabled, uh |
Monday to Tuesday, I’m with my mom, that’s the judge’s choice |
Wednesday to Thursday, I’m with my dad, said the judge’s voice |
Shared a room with my mom until I’m fifteen |
And I was livin' on my own when I turned sixteen |
When your parents break up, you lose your siblings |
But sometimes it ain’t better if we fix things |
Said the bruises on my body, will always go away |
But the words you said to me, they will always fuckin' stay |
And yeah I get presents upon my birthday |
But that don’t mean shit 'cause y’all still separate |
Oh-oh |
Oh, oh, oh-oh |
Oh-oh, oh-oh |
Oh-oh, oh-oh |
Oh-oh |
Oh, oh, oh-oh |
Oh-oh, oh-oh |
Oh-oh, oh-oh |