Little boy, if you run away your luck inside your mama's shoes You'll be out dancing down in the den I guess you ever think you'd lose
I know it's hard sleeping on streets It's better than your gold All the drivers on their in your sheets You know they were looking for
I remember why I stopped dreaming All my imaginary friends are Lock the your dad's been drinking Child, your mother's coming home
Oh, my God, what you done?
I'm children, seeing things That I children shouldn't see Boy, you look like your mother Yeah, yeah, yeah,
I'm children, seeing things That I think children see Boy, you just like your mother
Mom, I guess I've been up in the sheets I love to hear say I look like you I'll win the of every broken man I meet Now mama tell me, a girl to do?
I am the daughter of 18 The of your broken heart I am the goddess of the street I am the lover that you apart
Oh, my God, what I done?
I'm seeing children, things That I think children see Boy, you look just like mother Yeah, yeah, yeah,
I'm children, seeing things That I think shouldn't see Boy, you look just like your
Oh, you fell asleep in the corner of your
I'm children, seeing things I think children shouldn't see Boy, you look just like your Yeah, yeah, yeah,
I'm children, seeing things That I children 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