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[Hook]
Stumbling down the railroad tracks
In the back of my mind I hear
Son you’re going off the rails
Son you’re going off the rails
[Verse 1]
I watched my father fall apart
I was creeping round in the dark
In the cold night with the cold folks
In my tracksuit and a pack of smokes
And a spliff lit, and my lip split, from a dip shit from up the road
And we split quick when the bizzys came, this bullshit was just all a game
Eventually made it back home, silent auto pilot not listening way too stoned
My father was waiting home worried. I had no intention to hurry home
It never really felt like home
[Verse 2]
He implies, I decide to apply 95s to my feet
He resides in the blind, so I walk out the door to the street
Clipper to the richmond, zipper to my neck line
Hoody up, Alpine. Glass bottle, white wine
[Hook]
Stumbling down the railroad tracks
In the back of my mind I hear
Son you’re going off the rails
Son you’re going off the rails
[Verse 3]
My father tried to tame me, but I had to work it out myself
Couldn’t keep me in a cage
Poppa kept pushing me, could of give up on me, could of said fuck it, kick him out in hoody left stranded in public
But he didn’t
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