Testo Spilt Milk

Momma never gave me no ninny, she'd tease me a bit then put away her titty. My self esteem grew itty bitty. Growin up like that was so shitty.

Daddy never bought me no bike, we didn't play catch as much as I like. He'd say I love and then he'd say psyche. Growin up like that ain't right, soon I'll see the mourning daylight crying over Spilt Milk all night.

The lack of love my lady gives me, got me down and out about my jimmy. All of these are more than plenty reasons for me feeling shitty.

It's not right, It's not right. It's so wrong, It's so wrong. For so long, for so long, so so long