White Rain
White Rain
Carly Button
They say they wanna live my lifestyle but is that what it’s about?
smoking in the kitchen as I kiss my mommas mouth
haven’t seen dad in a week now he’s passed out on the couch
only opens eyes to watch my sisters titties bounce
I grab him by the cheeks and he doesn't reply
is it true, did you lie, ***** look in my eyes
moneys gone faster than you can say hi
Daddy’s locked up in the cellar, no way he’s getting better
Left me and my mom and one single letter
A kingdom of powder where now I was the queen
and a field of subjects notorious for getting mean
I was the heir to a throne where I couldn’t say no
And a job that even if I tried I couldn’t let go
cocaine had suddenly became the lead on the stage
the key to a game that he had left me to play
hiding secrets and lies like a fugitive in my mind
A dark chapter unfolding in the book of my life
I had dreams of one day becoming an author
now i’m sitting in my kitchen cooking crystals in a saucer
you wanna live my lifestyle, try living in fear
that one day a pop
will be the last thing you hear.
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