You’ve never worn these shoes
Don’t mean my New Balance in blue
Raised on pure dysfunction
But sleep I’ll never lose
Guess you’ll never notice
‘Cause I always keep it neat
Got old wounds and fresh ones
But you won’t see me bleed
Bitching ‘bout problems
Like they’re stuck on your lips
You’re so dramatic
I could tell you ‘bout me
But you won’t understand
Get no caller IDs
It’s the police again
No pills to be out
But there no kids around
Death knocked down my door
Walked in unannounced
A line meant two things
Since I was like 5
Starved ‘cause his words
But at least I’m alive
It is what it is
You call it traumatic
But It is what it is
It’s just family matters
There’s times I can’t keep focused
‘Cause they’re all fucking raging
A spliff stops my explosion
Bad habits, I’m not facing
At school, weed was my perfume
Then my brother’s drugs got harder
It became substance abuse
So he’s a stupid bastard
Bitching ‘bout problems
Like they’re stuck on your lips
You’re so dramatic
I could tell you ‘bout me
But you won’t understand
Get no caller IDs
It’s the police again
No pills to be out
But there no kids around
Death knocked down my door
Walked in unannounced
A line meant two things
Since I was like 5
Starved ‘cause his words
But at least I’m alive
It is what it is
You call it traumatic
But It is what it is
It’s just family matters
I don’t eat, I feed
That’s who I am
You take the piss
Baby, I burn
My fire’s hot
Yeah, I’m fucked up
But you haven’t my family
So you’re in luck
You haven’t met my family
Lucky you haven’t met my family
‘Cause I’m fucked up
Other lyrics by Skye Newman:
FU & UF
Stoned, it used to make it better now it don’t Calling but you won’t pick up the phone I’m tired of tryna fix it all alone Low, I can barely see it …
Family Matters
You’ve never worn these shoes Don’t mean my New Balance in blue Raised on pure dysfunction But sleep I’ll never lose Guess you’ll never notice ‘Cause I always keep …
Hairdresser
Baby girl, are you listening? (Yeah) There you go, got me questioning If I was low, would you call me then? If you got a man, would we still be friends? Fuck around and …
My Addiction
Sat on my bench, down Avery Hill alone Spliff in my lips, singing “My Chick Bad” to no one I’ll puff, puff, pass from my left to my own right hand Convincing …
Out Out
I wish you’d give me a reason to get pretty Pin my hair up and sit in the mirror Then we’d smoke one, and cheers our cups to us But where’s us? Why do I …