Story Of The Stairs - MGK

　　And that was a dark depressing time for him, you know

　　He did had one visit with his mother I think

　　During the time that he lived with me and she brought

　　Him a huge box fill with gifts

　　you know clothes and all

　　Kinds of little goodies and stuff

　　and it sat in the corner

　　Untouched, literally for months

　　he'd never opened anything just

　　Left the box there

　　What's going on in your mind

　　when someone you haven't seen

　　since you were nine is out at

　　your door step right now?

　　Rewind, remember that one time

　　when Marco showed up at the front door

　　And we found out he escaped from a psych ward

　　And stole grandma's car?

　　Ah, rest her soul

　　I know that's off topic, but I miss her soul

　　So ironic that she was blind

　　but told me I'm handsome I was

　　Every time that I walked in the door

　　Can't lie and say it was easy

　　being 14 on February 14th

　　Watching a body die in my arms

　　Then have to go to a school that I hated

　　When my grade indicate

　　that I don't give a fuck what's going on

　　A couple hours later on

　　And not to mention that one bitch that I loved

　　By the way I call her "bitch" because she was

　　Wanted me to catch another man fucking her

　　Invited me over, told me to come into the front

　　Come upstairs and say what's up

　　And there she was

　　Little slut

　　I was broken hearted,

　　should've broke that bitch's jaw

　　Just for playin' me like a chump

　　But instead went to the garage, grabbed one

　　Of her brother's rifles, went outside,

　　and shot that other

　　Mothafucka's truck up

　　I guess that's what lead me to cuffs

　　Becomin' common in my life like funerals was

　　Daddy's less common now, he gave up

　　After he heard the judge pin a fucking

　　felony on his son

　　Funny enough

　　Me and Aunt Barbara even closer

　　Start to feel some weight lift off her shoulder

　　Till it piled back on when a radiologist told her

　　That she had breast cancer and might

　　not live much longer

　　Fast forward

　　The woman that I call my "mother" isn't my mother

　　Or even blood but that's how much I love her

　　And I'm feeling awkward cause

　　the doorbell's from the person that I call HER

　　Maybe I ain't ready for it...

　　Shit, what should I wear?

　　Fuck that, I ain't going down there

　　I waited over a decade for closure

　　Why should I receive it

　　if it might not be something I want to hear

　　In the mirror is a empty reflection

　　And in my head are questions I want to ask like,

　　"Where the fuck did you go?"

　　Why did you turn my birthdays to the worst days

　　every year that you didn't show?

　　And if you must know,

　　I didn't turn out to be much else

　　Than a drunk who fell face first to a pile of hell

　　Took four snuffs of the devil's dust

　　Ended up with my manager helping me cause

　　I couldn't take a piss by myself

　　But I did get a record deal

　　And all my records got that making of a legend feel

　　And I did have a daughter who I promised that

　　the way that way you made me felt

　　Is a way she will never, feel

　　Slip a Benadryl in my cup

　　Ech, fuck it I'm sickening up

　　Pit of my stomach clenching,

　　all my muscles stiffening up

　　I ain't been this nervous since I got jumped

　　Flick the tip of my J over a surface cover

　　with ashes and junk

　　Took a pull and sat it down

　　Put on both of my Chucks

　　Reach for the door but my hand's sweaty,

　　I'm anxious as fuck

　　Couldn't even hit the stairs without

　　remembering how many years

　　I was there waiting to see your car pull up

　　Now you saying she's right there?

　　Man you saying she's right there?

　　You telling me if I open up this door right here

　　That she'll been standing right there?

　　And after all these years

　　am I wrong for having this fear

　　Of meeting the reflection

　　that was missing in the mirror

　　Open up the door and then I see her