Uncle Tommy
Shh
Yeah
Those animals swam out of my lungs
It's time to build my ant farm
She find me but no she could not see
What I touch in the bottom of me
Uncle Tommy
Yeah, it's hurting
Don't fuck me
Rock!
Uncle Tommy
Yeah, it's hurting
Don't fuck me
There was a place out on their lawn
There was a pitcher in my home
It was filled with water and guppies
And I finally swim with the guppy
Yeah, yeah