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Chris! Aw shit Chris! I'm coming Bring your ass downstairs so we can discuss this report card Please explain to me how the fuck you go to school every single day and then bring home all Fs What are you doing all day? I remember being scared to go home 'Cause my mama found out I did wrong I could see the tears fall from her eyes Her child was always in something Why won't you hold me? (I just wanna be held) Sweet, dark, and holy I'm safe in your arms There was a time where all I needed was a pencil Just to keep the stresses of this cold world out my mental, real life They don't know what I been through Do the same things my friends do So who am I? I ain't got the time for no rainy days 'Cause who gon' listen when I talk about my day to day Not that I'm hiding It's just safer being silent these days Chris! Chris! Nigga, I tell you what Take your ass upstairs And I don't want to see your face, since you can't answer none of my fucking questions