Yucky Poor - Support System Lyrics

Thank God you had an experimental child
That you could cast your beliefs and all your stress on
And when they pick up your bad habits and they show them back you baker act them Woah

Mom I get it, I should get a job
I'd regret it if I couldn't love
And yeah, my friends they try their hardest to give me support, bless them
Cos there ain't nothing worse than not having a support system
And it's unfortunate when people wanna take you down with them
Going 60 on the turnpike, no rush home
I'm an overgrown baby with low income
Isn't every other late millenial
And I know you want what's best for me
But putting me down endlessly
It doesn't, per say, put me in the zone

Thank God you had an experimental child
That you could cast your beliefs and all your stress on
And when they pick up your bad habits and they show them back you baker act them Woah
Why do you say the things you say to me to bring me down
And wonder why I don't come home at night

Thank God you had an experimental child
That you could cast your beliefs and all your stress on
And when they pick up your bad habits and they show them back you baker act them Woah
Why do you say the things you say to me to bring me down
And wonder why I don't come home at night