I won't lie, i can't stand for this
I got to believe but i believe i've been missed
It's about the line you run your mouth all night
It's 7:30 and you don't feel quite right
Left home to be with the white ones
Daddys worried because your friends aren't the right ones
But you've got your head
And the music's just a toy
Tell me, tell me, where is that boy
Short story but his is of an older man
Kinney Winney was a coker, coker smoker fan
Be he had a son, the government took him away
How much does the foster coster
Sniff, sniff, smoke, smoke
Sniff there goes your self esteem
Boy - there goes your self esteem
If you won't to ride don't ride the white horse
She likes me high, she likes me low
She likes me where i'm going, and i'm going to show