Eliza's Son

Mama, if I told you everything that I've done Would you still call me your son? If I told you 'bout the violence and selection of drugs All the times I hit a lick and every person I've jumped I'm blackin' out, I use excuses like that to avoid the truth I ain't proud of who I am, and that's why I'm avoiding you Hard for me to place the exact date I destroyed my youth I'm just a mad little boy, and that's all that it boils to I'm full of regret, wishing that I can turn back time Every bad decision that I made been on my mind Hard for me to smile, it feels like I'm almost dying People doing just as bad'll tell me I'm alright Like take another shot, fuck with me Pop another xan, fuck with me Match a blunt, I got some dumb Take another bump, fuck with me Pop another perc, fuck with me Man, I heard you got some dumb Mama, if I told you everything that I've done Would you still call me your son? If I told you 'bout the violence and selection of drugs All the times I hit a lick and every person I've jumped I'm blackin' out, I use excuses like that to avoid the truth I ain't proud of who I am, and that's why I'm avoiding you Hard for me to place the exact date I destroyed my youth I'm just a mad little boy, and that's all that it boils to I allow these people to love me, they use as they want A couple dollars and it's yours You need some more? Then it's on front Who got a drink? I need to wash down this pill she put on my tongue Take a left at the store, replay this track and turn it up Im tryna cut loose before I gotta cut loose It's hard for me to recognize when all these snakes amogst you They lie to me, they using me, no shit, I'm losing trust, too Conversations with myself, there's somethin' that I must do Don't cry for me, Mama, everything is on point Should've made better decisions, sorry to disappoint I mean, this outcome was basically a flip of a coin I feel nobody understands, I'm just a mad little boy Uh, Mama, if I told you everything that I've done Would you still call me your son? If I told you 'bout the violence and selection of drugs All the times I hit a lick and every person I've jumped I'm blackin' out, I use excuses like that to avoid the truth I ain't proud of who I am, and that's why I'm avoiding you Hard for me to place the exact date I destroyed my youth I'm just a mad little boy, and that's all that it boils to