Hey Little Bruiser
Hey little bruiser
No time to be fall in love
Keeps all his chikens in the coup
My mother said go out
But don't go far from the tree
What's wrong with me
You got good parts from your mamma
But the bad parts from me
Hey little bruiser
You wouldn't have a rough fights
A caved man in the computer
To stricken inside
What I gotta say
Go out but don't go far from the tree
The good parts from your mamma
And the bad parts from me
Let no man be a keeper
They hide secrets in us
But where we'll be without the dreamers
Pay no hate to good advice
Hey little bruiser
Made it to the twelve ground
But it stands it no acuse
If I let them catch you in the ground
My moteher said go out
But don't get to far from the tree
You got the good parts from your mamma
The bad parts from me
Let no man be a keeper
They have been secrets in treir eyes
Where would we be without the dreamers
It pay no hate to good advice
Let no man be a keeper
There are those who workship the art
But where would we be without the dreamers
So when you wake up I'm here.