Eye Of The Sparrow
I'm jumping into a pimento shower
I wanted the music first
In the tragic square of the Fresh Prince
There went a perfect brown baby
(Mmmmmmmmm)
The guards can see we're all out of weapons, no machetes
Lotion raw bruises (2x)
Drink or sip
A wench in our hotel
Wolf government, anchovies
When they laugh at you, you'll drown