In the care by Foster kid Lyrics
Hook [broken homes harminous tones and strange aromas]
Verse 1[my name is foster kid and i write rhymes to fight
Tough times buying dimes and busting caps.You can look
Into my eyes im an open book. this shit im smoking will blow
Your mind like you just read my rhymes. I greaw up with a couple
Of drunks nowhere close to monk closer to ghost. dads dead moms
Sitting in a corer crying she hates the way she raised me but she
Loved who she raised damn]
[hook]
Verse 2[ i broke some homes broke some noses im close to fame and
Im just starting out drinking stout im 152 5,9 but still looking down
On you like im a king wait i am a king while i sit back with yo bitch
Blowing smoke rings.i won't save you from hell but damn its too close to tell]
Verse 1[my name is foster kid and i write rhymes to fight
Tough times buying dimes and busting caps.You can look
Into my eyes im an open book. this shit im smoking will blow
Your mind like you just read my rhymes. I greaw up with a couple
Of drunks nowhere close to monk closer to ghost. dads dead moms
Sitting in a corer crying she hates the way she raised me but she
Loved who she raised damn]
[hook]
Verse 2[ i broke some homes broke some noses im close to fame and
Im just starting out drinking stout im 152 5,9 but still looking down
On you like im a king wait i am a king while i sit back with yo bitch
Blowing smoke rings.i won't save you from hell but damn its too close to tell]