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I look in the sometimes and think about how it all started
town Alabama, from city life we departed
Not a single light in the street, was scary and dark
To a little boy catching the bus to school sharp
I used to up songs to keep my mind from wandering
What was in the woods waiting for me, my still rumbling
the cereal diet
Even though mama was trying to do the best she could
Alcohol her violent
Her was a prick, probably 26
Barely looked my and really didn't do shit
My animosity along with my anger
And disastrous school
My teachers I was trouble waiting
And I did too, but I like it
Maybe I had to accept I'd be uninvited to church events, football and family oriented stuff
But I never thought I had it
I embraced it, honestly, 'cause I how different I was
It made me a rebel and rebels me feel welcomed and loved
I never knew my but, they said that I was the same and what a shame, get your umbrella Wayne
Here the heavy rain

I'm the lighting to your storm
Dark after a dogfight
The tornado to alarm
Your hangover after a long
I'm the snake your barn
one mistake you ever did right
The to your drum
I'm son
The son of a gun
Son of a gun
Son of a gun
Son of a gun

If is but a dream
I'm up the creek in a boat
Streams full of snakes, demons, not even a ladder
Up high and the Mississippi to see the ocean
So I go floatin', yeah
But I it a habit though
19 and tattooed, hell-raised in the neighborhood was the place and I it home with the favorites
Quarter pound of that seeded Mexican slinging nickles
Make enough and then it even, just do it for tickles
Nashville's under icicles, the penatratin'
Ecstasy-hungry, baited as an
No more chocolate-chip cookies, and porcelain
Morbid and dark are my role models, and cars
Sickening and I'm it
I'm in half of it
in sinnin' ways, a dagger to pastors
I never knew my but,
They said that I was the same and what a
come the cocaine in the heavy rain

Cause I'm the lighting to your
Dark bloodstains a dogfight
The to your alarm
Your hangover a long night
I'm the snake your barn
That one you ever did right
The gunpowder to drum
I'm son
The son of a gun
Son of a gun
Son of a gun
Son of a gun

And you can that I still don't give a fuck
Still drinking whiskey I'm already down
man, Criminals all around
Seventy-thousand dollars a isn't good, look
a story usin' my war as my shield
The truth, and recreated
The followings
Plenty of children fill up the pit in the buildin'
Usin' the mind for the feelin', it's just like a pill
And I'm it in
at makin' a win
Thanks for the poems that you inspired, I'm it in
heard you say "give me five," so make it a ten
Think the chances I'm ballin', at the bastard of him
When I went to for the first time, I thought about you
Son of a bitch, I admit it, I guess the rumours are
'Cause when I in the mirror, I see from what I 'came
Trial by fire, pain, heavy

Cause I'm the lighting to your
Dark after a dogfight
The to your alarm
Your hangover after a long
I'm the snake your barn
one mistake you ever did right
The gunpowder to your
I'm son
The son of a gun
Son of a gun
Son of a gun
Son of a gun