A Song We Made With Sage
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โฑ๏ธ 2:40 duration
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A room full of happy sot, come see what daddy got
Players on the sideline screaming out "That ain't hot!"
Drama, but gotcha, the answer's in the first place
Pants held tight with a shoelace
Keep life in a suitcase, handle broken off
Dick stay soft and a brand new smoker's cough
Over and over, dodge that boulder
The best type of baby powder pimp man soldier
Wake up from sleep, climb down from my tree house
Get into your lawn and pull the weeds out
If it ain't been fixed I ain't gon' break it
But hot damn woman you look good naked
Take it off the record, I got them records, I'm not impressed
I want my fuckin' hasenpfeffer and my Dr. Pepper
Doctor, doctor, what's the deal dunny?
You got some real problems? Show me some real money
I like my black girls clean and my white girls dirty
Doesn't matter, either way they're all out to hurt me
So what's the deal girl, can I talk to you?
Cause I got a head full of voices
Telling me that that's what I ought to do
Why don't you give that girl shit a little bit of a break?
I do, twenty times a day, I call 'em cigarette breaks
But my heart, my head, and my balls ache
From trying to pile on the weight to see how much she can take
Mama never told me all they wanted was a daddy
Baby I could look just like him, maybe even act exactly
How he did, uninterested, out of touch with what your mama needs
Hard to get through to, hard to please
Hard at work avoiding the family, talking to his secretary's tits
Measure the distance of pleasure mixed with business trips
As usual eyes wander, unscrupulous minds ponder
Possible outcomes over time's on our side
Some stop to smell the flowers but they're toxic
I don't punch clocks, I knock 'em out the box, Rick
Then some jock until I start the mosh pit
Ladies night at CBGB's hitting on punk rock chicks
Like bloaw! How you like me now?
Inscribe my digits in my steel toe so you don't have to write 'em down
Embedded in your head to help you remember, it might help
Slight swells on your back from the cracks of a spike belt
Trendy poser, she ain't mad at me
Bend me over, spank me daddy
Disciplinary measures existing in every treasure
That's why I keep digging, digging, digging, digging
You better kill me now before I turn
Around and blow up right in your face
You better kill me now before I turn
Around and blow up right in your face
You better kill me now before I turn
Around and blow up right in your face
You better kill me now before I turn
Around and blow up right in your face
I bought this rhinestone suit in California
These boots came all the way from Mexico
This Cadillac ain't nothing son, you oughta see the Greyhound
Players on the sideline screaming out "That ain't hot!"
Drama, but gotcha, the answer's in the first place
Pants held tight with a shoelace
Keep life in a suitcase, handle broken off
Dick stay soft and a brand new smoker's cough
Over and over, dodge that boulder
The best type of baby powder pimp man soldier
Wake up from sleep, climb down from my tree house
Get into your lawn and pull the weeds out
If it ain't been fixed I ain't gon' break it
But hot damn woman you look good naked
Take it off the record, I got them records, I'm not impressed
I want my fuckin' hasenpfeffer and my Dr. Pepper
Doctor, doctor, what's the deal dunny?
You got some real problems? Show me some real money
I like my black girls clean and my white girls dirty
Doesn't matter, either way they're all out to hurt me
So what's the deal girl, can I talk to you?
Cause I got a head full of voices
Telling me that that's what I ought to do
Why don't you give that girl shit a little bit of a break?
I do, twenty times a day, I call 'em cigarette breaks
But my heart, my head, and my balls ache
From trying to pile on the weight to see how much she can take
Mama never told me all they wanted was a daddy
Baby I could look just like him, maybe even act exactly
How he did, uninterested, out of touch with what your mama needs
Hard to get through to, hard to please
Hard at work avoiding the family, talking to his secretary's tits
Measure the distance of pleasure mixed with business trips
As usual eyes wander, unscrupulous minds ponder
Possible outcomes over time's on our side
Some stop to smell the flowers but they're toxic
I don't punch clocks, I knock 'em out the box, Rick
Then some jock until I start the mosh pit
Ladies night at CBGB's hitting on punk rock chicks
Like bloaw! How you like me now?
Inscribe my digits in my steel toe so you don't have to write 'em down
Embedded in your head to help you remember, it might help
Slight swells on your back from the cracks of a spike belt
Trendy poser, she ain't mad at me
Bend me over, spank me daddy
Disciplinary measures existing in every treasure
That's why I keep digging, digging, digging, digging
You better kill me now before I turn
Around and blow up right in your face
You better kill me now before I turn
Around and blow up right in your face
You better kill me now before I turn
Around and blow up right in your face
You better kill me now before I turn
Around and blow up right in your face
I bought this rhinestone suit in California
These boots came all the way from Mexico
This Cadillac ain't nothing son, you oughta see the Greyhound