Turn it on, please

Watch my mother cry from the top of the stairs
Scared when it came through the walls
I covered my ears, half-hoping you know who would die
Then he did
Surprise!
Careful what you wish for, might just get that shit
Mom showed us where she kept the passports hid
The King's dead and your uncles are not our friends
How many times I gotta tell you kids, it's us and in this room
That's it!

Don't trust anyone
Don't trust anyone

Sometimes it's all you can do not to do it like Sylvia Plath
My house full of gas, my kids cried and laughed right after
Psychopaths
I watched the slave cry for his master waiting for him to break kayfabe
But the poor bastard just sat there
You can't make this shit up but you welcome to try
I ain't go but niggas told me it wasn't a dry eye

Weed had me paralyzed, hit it again off automatic
Weed had me paralyzed, hit it again off automatic

Foraging firewood with a baby crying in the forest
Don't you go looking for it
Just right how the white girl like her porridge
Get scalded and scoffing out the wrong plate
Wake up bitch, you in the wrong place
She saves for her and she isn't here
She cries for herself, surprised at the question like
Who else deserve these tears?
I know you wasn't thinking it was you
I know you wasn't thinking it was you

Weed had me paralyzed (thinking it was you) hit it again off automatic