REVERIE, Figub Brazlevic - Childhood Memories lyrics
[REVERIE, Figub Brazlevic - Childhood Memories lyrics]
This is for anyone that got
The shit beaten out
Of them- by their mom, or their dad
Or their grandma
I think my mom got the shit beaten
Out of her when she grew up didn't she?
Wow! I'm 22 i remember when I was 10!
Trippen about the "future"? Didn't
Care back then just wanted to be accepted
Just wanted to be cool
But, I kept getting suspended
For breaking the rules
I hated my fucken mom cuz she'd
Beat me with a spoon
& then ask why I'm punking all
The pussies at my school
You really don't get it? You
Ask me why I'm angry?
Maybe cuz every night you attack
Me with a spanking
& Papa, the nerve, to talk shit about her
& offer me to live with you
So I wouldn't be around her
Then to say I can't
After all the anticipation-
That's when I realized mom was right &
All you was bout was faking
"Disneyland Dad, " oh boy, you had me fooled!
One day I gave my mom a fat lip
I attacked that bitch
& to this day I don't regret it
Anyone that strikes my body's
Getting fucked up, i bet it!
If your child's good
Give em a good childhood
If you can't do that then come
On down to my hood!
If you're hit with an object
& mommy ain't stoppin
Don't trip, I get beat too
You can be my friend!
& in the 3rd grade, I tried to run away
Back pack full of clothes
Didn't have a place to stay
Sick of being beaten, sick of the abuse
Me & my brothers would hold the door closed
Hiding from you crying & shaking
Didn't matter if i was naked
If I said something smart
A fucken beating I'm taking
We pulled our pants down after
She left the room-
The bruises on our butts, we
Called em "Pig Trains, " it's true
Found some humor in the
Violence told my daddy
That my mom's beating the shit
Out of us so badly
What does he do? Complains
About child support
You made a hundred grand a year!
& you ain't even here
On my first confession, first communion
I know you ain't religious but sometimes
I question if you're even human
Now it's in the past, I still love you guys-
I'm just reminiscing
Trippen on an era in my life
If your child's good
Give em a good childhood
If you can't do that then come
On down to my hood!
If you're hit with an object
& mommy ain't stoppin
Don't trip, I get beat too
You can be my friend!
The shit beaten out
Of them- by their mom, or their dad
Or their grandma
I think my mom got the shit beaten
Out of her when she grew up didn't she?
Wow! I'm 22 i remember when I was 10!
Trippen about the "future"? Didn't
Care back then just wanted to be accepted
Just wanted to be cool
But, I kept getting suspended
For breaking the rules
I hated my fucken mom cuz she'd
Beat me with a spoon
& then ask why I'm punking all
The pussies at my school
You really don't get it? You
Ask me why I'm angry?
Maybe cuz every night you attack
Me with a spanking
& Papa, the nerve, to talk shit about her
& offer me to live with you
So I wouldn't be around her
Then to say I can't
After all the anticipation-
That's when I realized mom was right &
All you was bout was faking
"Disneyland Dad, " oh boy, you had me fooled!
One day I gave my mom a fat lip
I attacked that bitch
& to this day I don't regret it
Anyone that strikes my body's
Getting fucked up, i bet it!
If your child's good
Give em a good childhood
If you can't do that then come
On down to my hood!
If you're hit with an object
& mommy ain't stoppin
Don't trip, I get beat too
You can be my friend!
& in the 3rd grade, I tried to run away
Back pack full of clothes
Didn't have a place to stay
Sick of being beaten, sick of the abuse
Me & my brothers would hold the door closed
Hiding from you crying & shaking
Didn't matter if i was naked
If I said something smart
A fucken beating I'm taking
We pulled our pants down after
She left the room-
The bruises on our butts, we
Called em "Pig Trains, " it's true
Found some humor in the
Violence told my daddy
That my mom's beating the shit
Out of us so badly
What does he do? Complains
About child support
You made a hundred grand a year!
& you ain't even here
On my first confession, first communion
I know you ain't religious but sometimes
I question if you're even human
Now it's in the past, I still love you guys-
I'm just reminiscing
Trippen on an era in my life
If your child's good
Give em a good childhood
If you can't do that then come
On down to my hood!
If you're hit with an object
& mommy ain't stoppin
Don't trip, I get beat too
You can be my friend!