Phelps

I look at me and who I used to be but I just see my self I gotta lotta problems never stopping for my health, Mommy used to beat my ass for fun and hide the wells through me in the deep end but I pretend I’m Michael Phelps, This shit is rocking me No stopping me, It’s probably, The fact that I came from poverty I’m probably and oddity, I don’t want these problems stacked on top of me I’m probably in the backseat smoking weed to autumn leaves I don’t like society and I really hate sobriety, So take me to the highest tree and hang me from the tire swing How much is a price to me When really what’s a life to me I’m trying to be a better me But this is all I can see