don't always turn out so good Like you wish they would, oh yeah Now in my real world I'm a little messed up and broke Oh, don't you know? Oh, in my
or just The Iceberg Charlie Jamm fucked a freak on a ski-lift 10 below, gave her the dick It was cold an' she said, "Quit" Charlie Jamm said, "Bullshit" She said "Oh, oh, oh
the mutha fuckin' house Ice T in the mutha fuckin' house Ice T in the mutha fuckin' house Ice T in the mutha fuckin' house Ice T in the mutha fuckin' house Oh
Oh lord, and gal I got the right tactics to turn you on, and girl I Wanna be the Papa, you can be the Mom, oh oh! Oh oh! Oh oh! Oh oh!
for heaven's sake Somebody finally found someone who really cares Somebody said a prayer Can I get an amen? Oh Can I get an amen? Oh Somebody, somebody
like AND 1. Now lets go, Mexico that's where we next to go. Do him like his momma make him eat his vegetables. Can call me a stage mom, boy you best
your bike I'm having flashbacks of Henney, jetskis blasting semi's together We possessed the chemistry, make history eventually They thought we'd break the penititeniary Made his mom
trip you should make your own toilet tissue since you the shit but all you got is some f-cking issues you f-cking b-tch I hate niggas , but I love your mom
all I have, honey If you could stay like that Oh, darling, don't you ever grow up, don't you ever grow up Just stay this little Oh, darling, don't you
say it's happy because birds are tweeting Sun is shining, the wind's blowing the breeze The leaves are flying, everybody feels nice Just say, oh God
all the break bread Mom's in P. Miller jammies and pop's silk Santa Claus comin' eatin' cookies and milk, okay Tell me a story I believe, oh I believe
's no where to run When the darkness comes down Is there a song inside of you That you tried to forget Like your fake ID and your mom's cigarettes Does
beet 'cause I'm so embarrassed Mom and Daddy say "Sleep a lot, eat a lot Brush 'em like a crazy Run a lot, do a lot Never be lazy" Oh boy Sleep a lot
your girl Estelle This album?s for my people, gonna be a struggle But you know what, fuck it We?re gonna have fun tonight, you feel me? Lets go Oh,
his soul Left my mom a heavy load She tried so very hard To fill his shoes Workin' hours without rest Wanted me to have the best Oh, she tried to raise
date My boss says, "No dice, son You gotta work late" Sometimes I wonder What I'm a gonna do But there ain't no cure For the summertime blues Oh, well my Mom
the land, there's no need to argue Parents just don't understand I remember one year, my mom took me school shopping It was me, my brother, my mom, oh
forever" Then what makes it, then what makes it Then what makes it, then what makes it Then what makes it, love exception So why oh, why oh, why oh Why oh, why oh