歌词
I was on watch
I was getting loaded
Now I'm forced to wonder
What all you noticed
Yeah it's on me
I feel I'm in the middle
Dropping the dime on why you lose your mind
Bringing Bad news in bags
When the kid is fucking up
Blame it all on the upbringing bad
This will get botched
I know how it's unfolding
So I force a blunder
Till the pine door closes
Yeah it's on me
In a hall of mirrors
Dropping the dime on why you lost your mind
Bringing the bad news in bags
We all get too fucked up
Blame it all on the up
Bringing bad