Lyrics:
we come from Coffs Harbour
Straight from this land, we're raised by our mammas
I anit talking shit now so this is the deal
Sit your ass down and I will
God protect my spirit, I know way too many people tryna take my life, yeah
God protect my spirit, I got demons tryna take control
God please watch
There’s a little girl
And she’s in for the fight of her life
Only six years old
Facing down the future, no fear in her eyes
Her mamma and daddy
to make it baby
They are my boys, they are my boys, they are brothers by choice
Cause they are the boys, they are the boys, they have to make the choices
I
your hair
When I go, them boys is gonna be indecent affair
Guarantee you nah a real nigga breathin' accounted
At your funeral, just your parents
me boy
No ones got her e-toy, so come be my fucking e-boy
He's wearing all black, know i got to hit that
Don't give a fuck if he grab me by the neck
kisses
She cook and she bake at it or days
Mammas readyin the chicken
It be done when its finished
Just an Ice cold Christmas
Hop on my sleigh
I hope its
love him?
So by now my doubts are over
I know for sure that he's my dream
All I beg you, mamma – some comprehension
We got like strangers, due
friends will agree
Talk to me baby, know me so well
Post pictures maybe, let them sbwl
Take no Ls, we doing so well
I tell you my secrets but please don't
I had an answer,but I don't I'm jus wishin for an answer
Watchin my mamma cry, she's watchin her mamma die
Every second I'm drying my mamma eyes,
in the mighty man
Oh yes he's strong you're distracted by his physical strength
Lights please lights please
Somebody get the switch I'm in
get so high
She wouldn't remember me
Then coming down
Running chasing after me
(Get your ass over here boy)
Never seen the day
I saw her sober
Please oh please oh please
Just give me just one more hit
Please oh please oh please
Just give me just one more hit
It’s an exorcism bitches
The hours go by her strength is wearing thin
She doesn't call for daddy she's a big girl now
Her mamma looks in wonder and she don't know how
How our
All-American self hatred runs deep
White boys all I see whenever I sleep
Niggas think I think these
Thoughts on purpose
But I knew 'bout NSYNC 'fore
the street, go for a run in the back where I live
Get to my crib and not get hit by eight shots in the rib
In no damn world should a mamma’s kid die ‘fore
and keeps you lying there
But, keep faith ‘cause while you’re by my side
I’ll help you hold the tide at bay
Oh my mamma told me, never trust anything too
Lights please, lights please
Mic check, mic please vices, vices
Dices roll with ease nose bleed, no sir
Court side, sight please
Court side, game
cause they dig
Muslims add perfumes and the zoom be a dig
I scoped out as a sprout then mamma said to dig
The mind then the butt cause the drama ain't
in my Phantom and drive to my phone start roaming
Lord I don't want to talk to nobody I want my moment
Please pardon my rest room but Tunechi got
Like a heavyweight
I done been down bad
Here come better days
Please don’t play wit us boy that’s for heavens sake
Kill the beat every time it’s
[chorus]
your mamma your daddy your greasy greasy grand mammy
man they gettin wild as fuck era body gettin crunk [x2]
gimme room gimme room quit
the only one
Let's not stay in touch
Cause If you ever start to feel lonely
Please don't call me up
No no
Don’t call me when you’re lonely
Ey ey
Hey boy, I
Kom igen nu Britt Marie kör för fa an fa an
Kom igen nu Britt Marie kör för fa an fa an
We dem boys det ni vet sen förut
Feta chops mästerverk
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