M+M - leggoland

Maybe it's too late to try
Cuz I been in my crazy mind
I close my eyes see you and I
And nothin ever goin right
The world feel like it's Legoland
Everything been falling down
Little boy up on a bike
Helmet on to hide the frown
Go Max
Don't blow it
Nice play, Nice play
And One
I got this Dad
None of my friends know
I tried to OD
At least three times but that was old me
Put down the pressed pills and picked up on my posture
Drinking out the bottle, mix it in with some laughter
Momma's last son, the final disaster
And Ima 1 of 1 you bet they talk bout me after I go and I leave and I talk to God
All alone it's just me, I've been screaming out
But you've been
Speaking to me like I've been a nuisance
I know that you really think I'm useless
Watch the news and wonder where the noose is
Where the noose is?
Maybe it's too late to try
Got bags under the both my eyes
And I ain't even twenty five
This life ain't what I fantasized
The world feel like it's Legoland
Everything been falling down
Little boy up on a bike
No one there to slow you down
None of my friends know I gotta let go
None of my friends know I gotta let go
None of my friends know I gotta let go
None of my friends know, no
To the ones that love me
To the ones that hurt
Can you hear my words?
I don't want nothing
But you to learn
That the ash don't burn
The smoke I'm puffing
Gon fill an urn
Take me to Yuma
Daddy your son he's a star
Say hallelujah
Little boy up on a bike
Pedal through and live your life
You control just how you play
Can't control what people like
Heard that they been throwing shade
Don't think that they aiming right
I know that you're used to pain
But it don't gotta be this way
Momma's last son, the final disaster
And Ima 1 of 1 you bet they talk bout me after I go and I leave and I talk to God
All alone it's just me, I've been screaming out
But you've been
Speaking to me like I've been a nuisance
I know that you really think I'm useless
Watch the news and wonder where the noose is
Where the noose is?
None of my friends know I gotta let go
None of my friends know I gotta let go
None of my friends know I gotta let go
None of my friends know, no
Max usually makes all of his free-throws
Good
That's good concentration
That's good concentration
That's good concentration

Written by:
Max Reitman

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