Lyrics:
She's my baby and she knows it I get reminded now and then
Your either someone's or your nothing,
God must be a lonely man
Them kids ain't never
And at the hum of a bird
The fay hid away in the forest
The fay are quiet
They go unnoticed
The fay are quite mischievous
All have failed to pin point them
But not
Mama said, "Pull your pants up"
Bending corners, and scraper are loyal to tell my bands up
I'm pushing, moving work, proving
There's commas on the way
just need to feel.
Can you help me feel?
Recorded at Mushroom Studios, winter '85
All songs written, arranged and produced by NOMEANSNO.
Rob - Bass,
can't describe you but let me remind you
Say I'm sexy (I'm sexy), say I'm fly (I'm fly)
Girl I can't let you by without a little compliments
You
to say hi
Standin' there like a mime and let the chance pass by
Back of my mind, "He could change your life
With all these beats I did, at least let him
of them except one.
Cause mama's got a new husband and a stepson.
And you don't want a brother do ya?
Maybe when you're old enough to understand a little
no mess
Now shit got hectic, cause mama was tipped
She'll tell you in a minute don't let your mouth get yo' ass whipped
Mama did it all by herself,
Get me out of this city
Let's go down by the river
Where the waters flow clear
And the trees grow bigger
There's a hanging rock
That marks the spot
nigga
Told y'all niggas I was gone come back hard nigga
(Yeah)
I can count a million with a blindfold
Got them pointer in the bezel and they ice
This for you mama
You the truth mama
I can't be the man I am
With you mama
F__k whoever tried to get over
On mama
Black queen mama
Do your thing mama
While they coked up and weeded
Open fire
Now them niggas bleedin'
See me in flesh
And test
And get your chest blown
Straight out the west, don't get
They say
Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin'
Where I can pile up my chips
And niggas call me a timer
I been ballin' since my adolescent
them thangs
Never wanted the fame, just wanted the range
I needed some change, mama needed a raise
She stayed in a rage, hated minimum wage
I'm feeling
slab off of Bouldercrest
By my fourth slab I was paying rent
Mama said I was responsible
I was raised by Dr huxtable
I ain’t never been comfortable
Hot
you and I
Well, uh, get up, stand up, so what's said, you dickhead
See when I was a youngster, used to wear them fucking Pro Keds
My mama made me
This for the three, this for the house
This for the crib, this for the South
This for the porch, this for the Sip'
This for them summers, this for
Frozen blood, time to destroy
First strike is deadly, arms are in employ
""Use them or lose them"" this time's gone by
Mutual assured destruction we
You know the time
You know the time
You know the time
Bleeding
Dying
Mama's
They crying
Blooming
Dying
Pruning
Surviving
Bleeding
Dying
Mama's
They
And upon touchdown, turn into atomic mushroom clouds and explode.
A few spectators applaud.
Scared shitless, we duck into the Spanish Pavilion, but...
It's
to say hi
Standin' there like a mime and let the chance pass by
Back of my mind, "He could change your life
With all these beats I did, at least let him
them girls
I'm sure she had gems I just ain't never seek her for words
Probably a reason I was going through this life in such a blur
Mama can we get
to stop it I'm afraid you'll have to drop it
Cause if you want me to love you that's a no no
I know you're used to goin' places with them lights and painted
to the white side
Okay, there's a bright side, a day that I might slide
You may call it a pass, I call it haulin' my ass
Through that patch of grass over them
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