wear those apple bottom jeans, 90 percent cream, bumpin' the 15, night time got parlay, plucka plucka, in the mix now ya cocksucka, i never leave it alone home, i love
some food for death, go ahead and fucking eat My father's dead, well I don't know, we'll never fucking meet I cut my wrist and play piano cause I'm so
won't even call Oh they call me a cheater and they say I'm no good And in any man's language my name is Mud [ piano ] My true love worshipped the ground
thought some food for death, go 'head and fuckin' eat My father's dead well I don't know, we'll never fuckin' meet I cut my wrist and play piano cause
some food for death, go 'head and fuckin' eat My father's dead well I don't know, we'll never fuckin' meet I cut my wrist and play piano cause I'm so