Good Child

[Into]
Mamma told me to be home around seven...

[Hook]
You don't know what I've been through

Mamma told me to be home around seven
I'm little tipsy of this beverage;
When I speak words into existence
I'm not embarrassed
A alcoholic (I don't drink though)
I'm honest so it's not ironic
I want shit, what Q & K.dot got
From Dre, Digi-Phonics
Can you please hold your liquor;
While you take hit of this swisher
I'm so agile, music from a good child
Based of someone else lifestyle
I'll have your pineal galnd pondering
(Did he really write this)
Inside my eclipse, don't bother my mood
And I won't start shit
I'm so useful that I can't even make
This work, preacher telling the truth
And it hurts; forgive me for all those
Sundays I missed at church

[Hook]
You don't know what I've been through