Beatz era - Timmy Pt. I lyrics

[Verse 1] Tell you bout a little boy Little boy Timmy used to play with his toys Isolated in his room cause of noise Smacks and bangs against walls of his home Dad's on mom on the bathroom floor Mom's dialing 911 on the phone Timmy's screaming, "Dad please no!" Mom don't go, I need you both Popo arrive at the door, little boy just don't know What to think what to say, going on his brain And why does momma have a needle in her vein? Why are your eyes red? Why'd you fight dad? You know he's drunk! You know you're gonna end up in the trunk! Man, life's a tough one, Come on get up mom I know your strong, And this is wrong.. been going on for too long [Verse 2] Couple months pa**, his mom's in prison Still taking d** and she didn't listen Timmy's with dad wishing he could switch em' He's in the cell and she's at home cookin' beef doing well Off the d**, and on with the hugs, that's how he wish it was But it ain't, and now dad's with another b**h, Stitch in the eye I guess she didn't listen so hits her twice And imagine Timmy, being the witness, Seeing the stitches Traumatized by everything that's he's seen Tell me now, what he's growing up to be Rolling up the weed, Throwing up the B Double e r, Ending up in ER, yea Did he take too much, or did he fake the rush? Did he keep in touch with his mom or not Is he off the pot?|