8150,
shady gold lane
Looks kinda different with a fresh coat of paint
Sitting right where it was
Damn, they really fixed it up
Somewhere in the kitchen,
there's a line on the wall
My name next to it,
seven years tall Younger than I should've been
To be older than I should've been
Right
down the hall
There's still a kid here and mama cry out
If them
walls could talk We'd beg you to burn every board to the ground
Ain't that a pretty little prison?
Might look like heaven to anyone
else You wanna know where I come from
That home sweet,
home sweet hell
Daddy kept a bottle up on that shelf Next to a bible I read to myself
The devil had a heavy hand
But the red letters saved me from a black label man
Right down the hall
There's still a kid here and mama cry out
If them walls could
talk We'd beg you to burn every board to the ground
Ain't that a pretty little prison?
Might look like heaven to anyone else
You wanna know where I come from That home sweet,
home sweet hell
Every anxiety,
every crash out The way that I talk,
yeah,
the way you shut
down The me that I hate, yeah, it came from the
house That home sweet,
home sweet
Right down the hall
There's still a kid here and mama cry out
If them walls could
talk We'd beg you to burn every board to the ground
Ain't that a pretty little prison?
Might look like heaven to anyone else
You wanna know where I come from
That home sweet,
home sweet hell