Not for Profit - Music
(remix of "Body of Gold" by Oh Wonder)
contact - [email protected]
Copyright lyrics 2016
Mr. Poet, Mr. Hardly grown yet.
Mr. Talk a lot, Mr. Walk the block.
Mr. No pictures man, Mr. F**k instagram.
Mr. Rodeo trouble, Mr. Scorpio lover.
Mr. Lovin' my mother, plus my sisters and brothers.
Missin' uncles and cousins, Misses, Misters and Buggers.
Got some issues with cussin', catch up kids here's the mustard.
Customs given to youngyns', like we killing for something.
Stick up yuh gun and cock it, pick up yuh gun don't drop it.
I'm only 7 papa, "Don't you worry, I got this"
(I'm only 7 papa, don't you worry, i got this)
You mad cuz I'm handsome? Damn son.
Its bad cuz this sounds just like chancelor?
They tryna' teach us, I can't believe this, Jesus,
talk to your dad, that ni**a will not answer me, this
means i got different views, I'm a different dude.
I think its time, Mr. Poet, has arrived.
Are you white on black? Or are you black on white.
Like I have to decide, like make it a sacrifice.
Well ima' do me, so excuse me, Ima' walk on by...Like Bye,
See you later while I'm in the skies.
You tellin' lies little brother?..You telling' lies to our mother?
Mama say oh, please, don't be, a criminal,
give no talk to the police.
just smile and walk away..
just smile and say,
have an awesome day.
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