It's in the cards that I destroy myself But when drawing swords, you don't know much else I guess they're right though, I loathe myself And this won't change with fame nor wealth
But love, I hope it frees me God knows I could use the help But I can't shake that I'll fuck it up like everything else
It's in my palm that my world's my girl But it don't show how I treat the world Zero to sixty by the count of one I am my father's son
And all I wanted was for my kid To not go through the things that I did But that life, it don't exist when you're a piece of shit