Chris Brison - Mommy Issues
When I was young my mom walked out on meLeft me with my dad and the latchkey
She didn't want a brat with ADD
She wanted the life in the magazines
So she ran off yeah she chased her dreams
She left me home with the TV screen
The apple doesn't fall too far from the tree
Cause I turned out to be a rotten seed
Oh I'm just a bastard kid Born to a bitch who didn't give a shit
Oh I'm irrelevant the poster child of what could of been
I never thought I'd graduate
I was chasing girls not a GPA
I traded straight A's for an underage
I always showed up drunk to the football games
Every single flaw in my DNA
I know that my mom's to blame
When I don't think twice before the shit I say
I can't get out of my own way
Oh I'm just a bastard kid Born to a bitch who didn't give a shit
Oh I'm irrelevant the poster child of what could of been
One day she'll grab her telephone
try to call her son that she don't know
He picks up and says "hello"
Hell is just where you can go
Oh I'm just a bastard kid Born to a bitch who didn't give a shit
Oh I'm irrelevant the poster child of what could of been
Written by:
Chris Brison
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