I don't know what/i want to be/when i grow up (Feat. JK/47)

and for better words our foster,
isn’t old enough to breathe,
but through years supply of percocet,
the pain doesn’t pain at all,

to lie right through my teeth,
to better understand it,
you’d quote what i said,
but you take it out of context,
as you lie in here in my bed,
and what wiser men could confront,
i’m leaving for the fall,
and through years supply of percocet,
the pain doesn’t pain at all.