Father said to me, I don't need that bullshit
I'll never make, never make it on my own
But here's the thing, I never get by anyway
It keeps me up just thinking about it
My pockets filled with teeth and blood
I ain't a father, not a son
And I'll never become either one
I've got a problem
I've got a problem
Cocaine
Cocaine
Cocaine
Mother said to me I don't need that bullshit
I'll never make, never make it on my own
But here's the thing, I never get by anyway
It keeps me up just thinking about it
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