Текстове на песни:
Dad Mad Days

wonderful again Hope my mom and I hope my dad Will figure out why they get so mad Hear them scream, I hear them fight They say bad words that make me

mad could make you die It's a dice game, and sometimes you crap Who woulda thought you'd get popped one time and rap? Now you know that's bad when your sister is mad

told her I was a brand new dad Of course, she knows now, I ain't used no bag My excuses, I couldn't cum like that She warned me of days like this, if

love and it all kept looses and close Let her know I always be here for you Apologize to grandma that for da stress I put her through And to my dad I ain't mad

boheme La vie boheme To days of inspiration, playing hooky, making something out of nothing The need to express, to communicate To going against the grain, going insane, going mad

that exist Lay down on the bed And dream of glory days instead Not egocentric attitudes Solved problems with a fist I don't understand why he can get so mad

Put me on your fuckin cover just to sell your little Sell-out mag, I ain't mad, I feel bad Here's an ad, here's a poster of Ray-Ray and his dad You wanna

, calling it home Mama say, take your time young man and build your own Don't wind up like your old dad Still searching for them glory days he never had

I wish I could count to ten Make everything be wonderful again Hope my mom and I hope my dad Will figure out why they get so mad Hear them scream, I