punch my face
do it cause i like the pain
everytime you curse my name
i know want the satisfaction
thats not gonna happen
Knock me out
Kick me when I'm on the ground
It's only gonna let you down
Come the lightning and the thunder
You're the one who'll suffer
It was 6:48, he was walking home
With the blood on his hand from my broken nose
But like every other day, he was scared to go
Back to his house 'cause his pops was home
Drowning his troubles in whiskey bubbles
Just looking for trouble
Well, there's no excuse for the things he did
But there's a lot at home that he's dealing with
Because his dad's been drunk since he was a kid
And I hope one day that he'll say to him
Put down those bubbles and that belt buckle
In this broken bubble