• Eighteen

    Every year the same s**t goes down,
    I fight with my mother till my face hits the ground,
    Girl if you only know the s**t I’ve been through,
    Honestly I’m not much better than you,
    Tryin’ to figure this life out,
    Every year the same s**t goes down,
    Every day I check my wrists, feel for a pound,
    Nothing’s gonna stop me now.