| Do you know what it’s like when your parents fuckin' hate each other?
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| They were married but he treat her like a baby mother
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| And they were fightin' over custody
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| It got so violent at times, they need a referee
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| Mama tellin' daddy to pack and move his shit
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| The cops are comin' through so much, I thought that they were movin' in
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| So mama caught a beatin', she couldn’t sleep in her bed
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| 'Cause she was hidin' underneath it
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| While he was makin' friends with everyone in the precinct
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| The charges never stuck, man he ain’t even stay a weekend
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| Another bruise, another scrape or cut, yeah
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| Another reason to cake make-up up
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| When he was boozed and all the anger come, yeah
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| The shit is true, I wish I made it up, I swear
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| Yeah, the shit is true, I wish I made it up, I swear
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| Hey, mom fucked up just like us
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| It’s not our fault we’re so fucked up, no way, no way
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| But we still gotta pay for all of your mistakes
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| There’s nothin' you could say to me
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| So please don’t point the blame on me
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| 'Cause we still gotta pay for all of your mistakes
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| There’s nothin' you could say to me
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| So please don’t point the blame on me, blame on me
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| They tried to settle it in court but we ain’t get a penny for support
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| Damn, remember goin' to the store and then we get in line
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| And worry if the card we were payin' with was gon' get declined
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| She always put up a front like shit was fine
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| Workin' three jobs just to get us Reeboks
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| And makin' sure the fridge and the kitchen would be stocked
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| But she did her best just to get us what she want
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| And his family didn’t say shit 'cause they ain’t family
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| They just people that I share some DNA with
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| But we ain’t wait around for somebody to come and save us
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| 'Cause you could waste your whole damn life by bein' patient
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| Another bruise, another scrape or cut, yeah
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| Another year goes by where he ain’t pay for nothin'
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| Sometimes I lie to myself and I say I’m well adjusted
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| The shit is true, I wish I made it up, I swear
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| Hey, mom fucked up just like us
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| It’s not our fault we’re so fucked up, no way, no way
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| But we still gotta pay for all of your mistakes
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| There’s nothin' you could say to me
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| So please don’t point the blame on me
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| 'Cause we still gotta pay for all of your mistakes
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| There’s nothin' you could say to me
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| So please don’t point the blame on me, blame on me |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Modern Family , by - Emilio Rojas. Song from the album Life Got in the Way, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп