Текст (слова) песни: Coretta Scott - The Stairs Hit Hard
Rose my hand an itch to satisfy But my hand had changed shape into a knife Abigail in a dream with a sheath coming to save me
Don`t cry for me (Begging you to stop momma`s crying on the floor) It`s just what it takes (We are the wretched that keep our fists closed) To be happy (Swear to god I`ll never be like him) Or to not feel so alone (Swear to god I`ll never be like him)
Had a little jar he`d keep the new and dead ants in Shake that shit and pout, "do something stupid thing, do something at all" Never seems like a fair fight Daddy`s one to his song`s every third stride Not coming home tonight, I`m not coming home
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