BLOOZE
Hey, mama
Can you tell me something, please?
Is the world flat or round?
Where is happiness found?
Why is the sky so fucking blue?
Hey, mama, what do I—
What's worse, landing in the leaves or the dirt
Baby, I'll let you go first, keep cursing my birth
For making me walk this earth
You either hurt them, or get hurt, so I'ma shoot first
Being born under a curse
You only get what you deserve, that punishment's earned
But it ain't nobody's concern
Fuck it all, let 'em all burn
Hey, mama
Can you tell me something, please?
Is the world flat or round?
Where is happiness found?
Why is the sky so fucking blue?
Hey, mama, what do I do?
