boy, if you run away again Press your luck inside your shoes You'll be out dancing down in the den I guess you didn't ever you'd lose
I it's hard sleeping on those streets It's better than your gold All the drivers on secrets in your sheets You know what they looking for
I don't remember why I dreaming All my imaginary friends are Lock the door your dad's been Child, mother's never coming home
Oh, my God, what you done?
I'm seeing children, seeing That I children shouldn't see Boy, you just like your mother Yeah, yeah, yeah,
I'm seeing children, things That I think children see Boy, you look like your mother
Mom, I guess I've alive up in the sheets I to hear them say I look like you win the heart of every broken man I meet Now mama tell me, a girl to do?
I am the of 18 wheelers The sister of your broken I am the of the street healers I am the that you tore apart
Oh, my God, have I done?
I'm seeing children, seeing That I think children see Boy, you look like your mother Yeah, yeah, yeah,
I'm seeing children, seeing I think children shouldn't see Boy, you look just like mother
Oh, you fell asleep in the corner of eyes
I'm children, seeing things That I think children see Boy, you look just your mother Yeah, yeah, yeah,
I'm seeing children, seeing That I think shouldn't see Boy, you look like your mother
Well, I am the who The child who I am the who I am the who saw everything