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CHRISTOPHER Video (MV)




Performed By: Chris0nMarz
Language: English
Length: 2:04
Written by: Chris Marz




Chris0nMarz - CHRISTOPHER Lyrics
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Pops done beat me up, He tried to turn me into a man
I just pop prescription percs so I could hide behind the pain
In the past, I put them on, I made them shine like Johnny Dang
And for that, I'm left behind inside the rain
I can't let Moms find out about the pills, I'm higher than a crane
Chris what's going on? It's pretty obvious, I can't even talk the same
She said, "Tell me 'bout yourself" I take that bitch inside my brain
At Eleven years old I saw some shit I can't explain
My uncle killed himself, and I was the first to see him hang
Fifteen years old, bitch I almost did the same
Momma caught me in my room, began to cry, Oh what a shame
Daddy sat me down, said, Don't be weak with my last name
I said, You don't got no problems 'cause you drank them all away
Got sent to therapy, Thank you Dr. whats her name
Around the same time, got cheated on by lil' miss poker face
Two years later, fast forward, switch the scene
Almost Seventeen, met this girl in Math class, high off a bean
She was sweet, took me round and showed me things I ain't never seen
She want to lock in but I said no lil' bae, that life is not for me
Pops gettin' aggressive, he got some problems with me
He done picked the wrong fight, 'cause now he think he stronger than me
I beat his ass, and then he had to call police
Whole family askin' Moms, like what the f*ck is wrong with me?
I took days off of school so I could manage all the pressure
Feelin' way too down, I swear that PoPo station cause depression
Inspector Brown done looked at me, he's like, I hope you learned your lesson
You can't walk around with a heavy heart, just pent up on aggression
You gotta be calm around your Pops, look Chris, You can't give him that leverage
Stop poppin' all them pills, don't be a slave unto that beverage
Don't mess with none of them hoes who play them games and crave attention
C-H-R-I-S-T-O-P-H-E-R, I hope you remember
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Pops done beat me up, He tried to turn me into a man
I just pop prescription percs so I could hide behind the pain
In the past, I put them on, I made them shine like Johnny Dang
And for that, I'm left behind inside the rain
I can't let Moms find out about the pills, I'm higher than a crane
Chris what's going on? It's pretty obvious, I can't even talk the same
She said, "Tell me 'bout yourself" I take that bitch inside my brain
At Eleven years old I saw some shit I can't explain
My uncle killed himself, and I was the first to see him hang
Fifteen years old, bitch I almost did the same
Momma caught me in my room, began to cry, Oh what a shame
Daddy sat me down, said, Don't be weak with my last name
I said, You don't got no problems 'cause you drank them all away
Got sent to therapy, Thank you Dr. whats her name
Around the same time, got cheated on by lil' miss poker face
Two years later, fast forward, switch the scene
Almost Seventeen, met this girl in Math class, high off a bean
She was sweet, took me round and showed me things I ain't never seen
She want to lock in but I said no lil' bae, that life is not for me
Pops gettin' aggressive, he got some problems with me
He done picked the wrong fight, 'cause now he think he stronger than me
I beat his ass, and then he had to call police
Whole family askin' Moms, like what the f*ck is wrong with me?
I took days off of school so I could manage all the pressure
Feelin' way too down, I swear that PoPo station cause depression
Inspector Brown done looked at me, he's like, I hope you learned your lesson
You can't walk around with a heavy heart, just pent up on aggression
You gotta be calm around your Pops, look Chris, You can't give him that leverage
Stop poppin' all them pills, don't be a slave unto that beverage
Don't mess with none of them hoes who play them games and crave attention
C-H-R-I-S-T-O-P-H-E-R, I hope you remember
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Writer: Chris Marz
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