Loretta Atkins

Lock Down (02:21:43)

Loretta Atkins
Lock Down (02:21:43)

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17 Jul 2022

Always to blame’ I feel so ‘ashamed’ to look back in my life to so many hurtful things ‘and the names I call you and the pain I cause you ‘I I realized now your out there in left fails standing alone in the rain’with so much blame’just no mama it wasn’t you I shit on my name’ I’ve always look up to you ‘and never lie to you’remember you always say comeclean’even if the truth hurts that’s way I’m writing this song and packing twirl to my shirt’ if truth hurtsboing now with a baby on the way how much every day stress it cause you’ I always been about me an I wanna say sorry mama for makeing you feel less of a pattern just setting here looking back I feel so in prairont’ I hope you ain’t inverts to call me your son I’m sorry for all them night you stayed up late worry when I was bottoms up haveing fun ‘ some time I feel suecide but I could never hurt u cause It killed you when the state miser your son and that was my right hand man and god rest his sole I’m still here with my middle finger up for a storey untold but it’s not about me or him it’s about the years of loyalty and all the paving my way I can’t forget’ for looking back putting you thru nothing but pain.even tho you never had a dime dam you made dreams come true

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Always to blame’ I feel so ‘ashamed’ to look back in my life to so many hurtful things ‘and the names I call you and the pain I cause you ‘I I realized now your out there in left fails standing alone in the rain’with so much blame’just no mama it wasn’t you I shit on my name’ I’ve always look up to you ‘and never lie to you’remember you always say comeclean’even if the truth hurts that’s way I’m writing this song and packing twirl to my shirt’ if truth hurtsboing now with a baby on the way how much every day stress it cause you’ I always been about me an I wanna say sorry mama for makeing you feel less of a pattern just setting here looking back I feel so in prairont’ I hope you ain’t inverts to call me your son I’m sorry for all them night you stayed up late worry when I was bottoms up haveing fun ‘ some time I feel suecide but I could never hurt u cause It killed you when the state miser your son and that was my right hand man and god rest his sole I’m still here with my middle finger up for a storey untold but it’s not about me or him it’s about the years of loyalty and all the paving my way I can’t forget’ for looking back putting you thru nothing but pain.even tho you never had a dime dam you made dreams come true

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