paroles de chanson Intro - Junk

Check one-two, check one-two
My name is Ian and i am no one

Sorry father but I'm not the son that you wanted
Instead of being a scar that would went and dropped out of college
Went and did a lot of drugs and became a drunk alcoholic
A party, 'cause i had partied didn't help me, they not my problems

I know this shit is sounding similar to a lot of you living with one parent
Got you sipping from the bottle too
Soon i ain't tripping all i got is truth
And if the sound's really familiar then you feel me
Yeah I got to you and pop
Popped a'lota mollies, chopped a'lota choppies
Drink a'lota toppies, smoked a'lota molly
I am sorry, that i'm not a doctor or a lawyer
And i gat you big and blast from the stigard like Deal Boyer

Sorry, I'll get the doctor but in english
Instead i washing at Mamas
Washing all the dishes
Mopping after hours, pot tall up in the kitchen
And pain chronic in the back but never Mama didn't witness

Rewind it to school, i'm cool i like to sit in the bench
'cause i was abusive to students
I was the kid to suspend
Principals desk full of comments from the teachers for me
Saying this and that and Ian isn't easy to teach

But maybe i was just being me i just needed to breath
P E teacher Paddy meyane he gave me Cs and them Ds
But maybe he knew i was out there dealing with Es
Feeling like he shouldn't ever want to see me succeed
Plus i was bullying kids, 'cause they were bullying me

I'm sorry father tie me in bed again i shouldn't have been
The little time we had together you were good at your seed
That's why i feel the pathogenic on this hoffman bee
And why i put it on you? no i'ma put it on me
Maybe it was me, yeah that i hated and i say so
I played with the devil, but i may have found an angel
Now music is my life, Dad i made it out okay though

Look i made it out okay though
Look i made it out okay though