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Papa left, momma was probably following his lead

They had better stuff to do, like drinking and smoking weed

And I really hope we don't meet; prison by the end of the week

Stepping on cracks, probably the only superstition I believe (in)

Well, I wanna believe it, but there doesn't seem much reason

Like tryna finish this puzzle without the two missing pieces (them)

Straight-dead liar who's probably suicidal, with the oddest future since

Wolf Gang burned the fucking bible (uh)

Spraying his blood all on the floor like the sawed off in his draw