Childish Son

[Intro]
Uh

[Chorus]
There's a fire, out on my lawn
I got a feeling, that something is wrong
California, covered in sun
I gotta warn ya, it ain't always fun
Hallelujah, I'm all out of luck
Heard a rumor, that everyone sucks
Got some habits, the wildest ones
I'm a mother's childish son

[Verse 1]
Ok, the preacher man had told me it's too late for my friends
But I could change my wicked ways, 'fore it's too late and I'm dead
I said "no thank you mister" I would rather stay with my friends
And keep on drinking when we wanna it's a means to an end
You's a gold digger baby, I'm a soul killer
And I get nauseous if I ain’t making more skrilla
You's a gold digger baby, I'm a soul killer
And I get homesick if I ain't goin' home witcha

[Pre-Chorus]
I was raised in the burbs, I had nowhere to run
So I always hung out on the wrong side of town
I'm a product of the '90s and the 301
And I, been descendin' since I was young

[Chorus]
There's a fire, out on my lawn
I got a feeling, that something is wrong
California, covered in sun
I gotta warn ya, it ain't always fun
Hallelujah, I'm all out of luck
Heard a rumor, that everyone sucks
Got some habits, the wildest ones
I'm a mother's childish son

[Verse 2]
Don't talk about me when your son is out to honor your friends
I'll see you later in my hotel we can talk it out there
But we don't say a lot before you get to grippin' my pants
I have some money in my pockets and a baggie in my Vans
Let's have a toast
I got some money to blow
We was fuckin' in the strobe light (Oh)
You would think she got a cold, she keep playin' with her nose like (Oh)
Reaper come kick in the door
Jump out of bed and reload
Oh, no I got no bullets to go
Hop out and I throw a rose

[Pre-Chorus]
I was raised in the burbs, I had nowhere to run
So I always hung out on the wrong side of town
I'm a product of the '90s and the 301
And I, been descendin' since I was young

[Chorus]
There's a fire, out on my lawn
I got a feeling, that something is wrong
California, covered in sun
I gotta warn ya, it ain't always fun
Hallelujah, I'm all out of luck
Heard a rumor, that everyone sucks
Got some habits, the wildest ones
I'm a mother's childish son