Lt Headtrip - Litterbug

I don't believe in miracles, I know where babies come from
She caught some of my love and we got caught in a conundrum
I celebrate your birthdays. You’d be four in June or August
I’ll warn you not turn into a whore like your father
When you’re old enough to fuck and you’re young enough for careless performance
To land you solo in some parenting courses
I don't mind if you're angry and mutter under your breath
That you fucking hate my fucking guts I still loved you to death
When we raked your mom's into a tray with metal cuffs on her legs
Or a set of stirrups. Either way she was under duress
When you got your ugly little face on the nurse's scrubs and I wept
Because you looked just like daddy after one of his sets; a bloody mess
My little puddle of a bundle of flesh underdeveloped, no larger than the lump in my chest
And if anybody wanna be friends at the cusp of December
I’ll be drunk again. takin’ baby stumblin’ steps
Fuck it. Dead it. This what happen when you kiss and hug
Conjure black magic from a simple touch
Shit, we just some kids, we young and
How we supposed to give it love when we ain’t got enough of it for us
That’s what happens when you get me drunk
Sorry i’m so quick to bust
I guess we could have given it up
What a waste. I ain’t no litter bug
The world don’t need more orphans
Too young too wild to support it
Too early to tell if it’s a boy or a girl
So I’ll sing a little song about my little almost person
The world don’t need more orphans
Too dumb, too high so unfortunate
What a gift. what a burden. Here’s hymn about my little almost person
The world got enough shitty parents. Misfired, misguided missed carriages
Mislead into a practical companionship
I would know. I was born a happy accident
Poor timing, malnourishment
Tiny heart, shitty lungs, no courage left
No funerals for the unborn. No rituals. No services
Here’s a little eulogy for my little almost person.
Fuck it. Dead it. This what happen when you kiss and hug
Conjure black magic from a simple touch
Shit, we just some kids, we young and
How we supposed to give it love when we ain’t got enough of it for us
That’s what happens when you get me drunk
Sorry i’m so quick to bust
I guess we could have given it up
What a waste. I ain’t no litter bug
Fuck it. Dead it. This what happens when you kiss and hug
Form some bad habits with a kindred lush 
How a couple kids on drugs
Supposed to give their love to something they’d rejected from the jump
That’s what happens when I trip and fuck
Onto a living partner, sugar momma. Guess it stuck
Yeah, We could have given it up
What a waste. Litter bug

Written by:
Patrick Childers

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