Latchkey Kids

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Ella Favela

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Despite all my rage, I'm still staring at a blank page
Still awkward as f*ck, still standing in the way
Still an honorary member, still got dues to pay
Still a night owl, never learned to trust the day
I won't plant you a garden, I'll dig you a grave
The grandchild of slave owners, daughter of slaves
This land isn't free, these people aren't brave
They still blame the scapegoat, they still feel betrayed
I'm no superhero, there's no S on my flat chest
I'm still falling short, I'm still failing tests
I'm s to the-r-e-double-s stressed
Still want more, still settling for less
I've been up shit's creek since I was like sixteen
Been afraid of the morning since I was like fourteen
I been wandering Hell ever since I was twelve
Nowadays it's Ella, but they used to call me Mel
Opiate the masses, three hits to the dome
Latchkey kids, we was orphaned at home
We ain't agoraphobic, we just grew up alone
I said we ain't agoraphobic, we just
Opiate the masses, three hits to the dome
Latchkey kids, we was orphaned at home
We ain't agoraphobic, we just grew up alone
I said we ain't agoraphobic, we just
Despite winning the battle, I'm still losing the war
Still hoping for glass slippers, but I'm still doing chores
Still got big dreams, closer to the floor
Still tryna get mine, still watching you get yours
We are the sum total of all of our damn scars
Shooting for the moon? Bitch, I'm falling from the stars
Still walk everywhere, still terrified of cars
Still tryna quit smoking, still puffin' on cigars
My supercalafragilistic existential crisis
Self proclaimed pacifist, I like violence
Never had pride but I'm a goddamn lioness
Furthest thing from regal, bunnin' trees, ya highness
What's up square one, what's happenin'?
We fightin' to the death but never playin' to win
Fuckin' each other over, never lendin' a hand
United we be falling and divided we stand
Opiate the masses, three hits to the dome
Latchkey kids, we was orphaned at home
We ain't agoraphobic, we just grew up alone
I said we ain't agoraphobic, we just
Opiate the masses, three hits to the dome
Latchkey kids, we was orphaned at home
We ain't agoraphobic, we just grew up alone
I said we ain't agoraphobic, we just

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