"Childish Son" lyrics
Uh
There's a fire, out on my lawn
I got a feeling, that something is wrong
California, covered in sun
I gotta warn ya, it ain't always fun
Hallelujah, I'm all out of luck
Heard a rumor, that everyone sucks
Got some habits, the wildest ones
I'm a mother's childish son
Ok, the preacher man had told me it's too late for my friends
But I could change my wicked ways, but it's too late and I'm dead
I said "no thank you mister" I would rather stay with my friends
And keep on drinking when we wanna it's a means to an end
You's a gold digger baby, I'm a soul killer
And I get nauseous if I ain't making more skrilla
You's a gold digger baby, I'm a soul killer
And I get homesick if I ain't goin' home witcha
I was raised in the burbs, I had nowhere to run
So I always hung out on the wrong side of town
I'm a product of the '90s and the 301
And I, been descendin' since I was young
There's a fire, out on my lawn
I got a feeling, that something is wrong
California, covered in sun
I gotta warn ya, it ain't always fun
Hallelujah, I'm all out of luck
Heard a rumor, that everyone sucks
Got some habits, the wildest ones
I'm a mother's childish son
Don't talk about me when your son is out to honor your friends
I'll see you later in my hotel we can talk it out there
But we don't say a lot before you get to grippin' my pants
I have some money in my pockets and a baggie in my Vans
Let's have a toast
I got some money to blow
We was fuckin' in the strobe light (Oh)
You would think she got a cold, she keep playin' with her nose like (Oh)
Reaper come kick in the door
Jump out of bed and reload
Oh, no I got no bullets to go
Hop out [?]
I was raised in the burbs, I had nowhere to run
So I always hung out on the wrong side of town
I'm a product of the '90s and the 301
And I, been descendin' since I was young
There's a fire, out on my lawn
I got a feeling, that something is wrong
California, covered in sun
I gotta warn ya, it ain't always fun
Hallelujah, I'm all out of luck
Heard a rumor, that everyone sucks
Got some habits, the wildest ones
I'm a mother's childish son
There's a fire, out on my lawn
I got a feeling, that something is wrong
California, covered in sun
I gotta warn ya, it ain't always fun
Hallelujah, I'm all out of luck
Heard a rumor, that everyone sucks
Got some habits, the wildest ones
I'm a mother's childish son
Ok, the preacher man had told me it's too late for my friends
But I could change my wicked ways, but it's too late and I'm dead
I said "no thank you mister" I would rather stay with my friends
And keep on drinking when we wanna it's a means to an end
You's a gold digger baby, I'm a soul killer
And I get nauseous if I ain't making more skrilla
You's a gold digger baby, I'm a soul killer
And I get homesick if I ain't goin' home witcha
I was raised in the burbs, I had nowhere to run
So I always hung out on the wrong side of town
I'm a product of the '90s and the 301
And I, been descendin' since I was young
There's a fire, out on my lawn
I got a feeling, that something is wrong
California, covered in sun
I gotta warn ya, it ain't always fun
Hallelujah, I'm all out of luck
Heard a rumor, that everyone sucks
Got some habits, the wildest ones
I'm a mother's childish son
Don't talk about me when your son is out to honor your friends
I'll see you later in my hotel we can talk it out there
But we don't say a lot before you get to grippin' my pants
I have some money in my pockets and a baggie in my Vans
Let's have a toast
I got some money to blow
We was fuckin' in the strobe light (Oh)
You would think she got a cold, she keep playin' with her nose like (Oh)
Reaper come kick in the door
Jump out of bed and reload
Oh, no I got no bullets to go
Hop out [?]
I was raised in the burbs, I had nowhere to run
So I always hung out on the wrong side of town
I'm a product of the '90s and the 301
And I, been descendin' since I was young
There's a fire, out on my lawn
I got a feeling, that something is wrong
California, covered in sun
I gotta warn ya, it ain't always fun
Hallelujah, I'm all out of luck
Heard a rumor, that everyone sucks
Got some habits, the wildest ones
I'm a mother's childish son
