OLD YELLER from CATARACT BLUES by COCAINELOVER

im so fucking sick of it all
you cant even return my call
money on my head i aint fall
fuck around an paul walker my car

oppa locka know my shottas a doll
clear my vision no i cant see the fog
thinkin how i wanna put down the dog
old yeller someone tell her shes wrong

i write a passage in my note paddy pad
thinkin how i wanna murder my dad
leave town just pick up a cab
never to be seen never to be glad

get into heaven just to fight at the door
aks on me i might shoot up the store
im like a zombie walkin like a old whore
please god i cant take it no more

my fuckin family tryna kick me out
hallucinations dont feel safe in this house
in the night quiet as a mouse
tunnel vision i can find a way out

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