Sing a song for me baby
Sing come on, come on, come on
All the things I've done
Ooh
Sing a song for me baby
Sing come on, come on, come on
All the things I've done
Ooh
I like writing, I like when people fair to me
I hate fighting, I hate when people scared of me
When I said I hate fighting I ain't mean evil
That I love, I don't mean systems, I just mean people
It seems like everybody's kinda drugged
I think that any sport where you can tie is kinda bugged
Young kids see me bopping, think that it's hysterical
Poor things I guess they never bop cause all they tunes is terrible
I jump a lot of rope
Have Safaree Palm on my kitchen counter, every kind of roach
I know that's kinda gross
But I don't mean to sound morose, I'm rich but not baroque
Vamanos, pack your luggage son we gotta go, we cutting it kinda close
Head to London spread Americana, I'm the kinda bloke
Sing a song for me baby
Sing come on, come on, come on
All the things I've done
Ooh
Sing a song for me baby
Sing come on, come on, come on
All the things I've done
Ooh
Check out the cactus, I got this sticker from the store
That has to be the single stupidest thing I ever saw
I seen my sister struggling raising children single poor
I think I much prefer McCain for chewing gum in Singapore
I dock at ports
Patrol the commons with Tanaka sword and wave it back and forth
These cats be always trying to get me into court
For the chance to thwart the champ he
Calls, they think my bed is corked
I'm more enhanced
I ride my bike without my hands through Brooklyn foreign lands
Respect my elders, sir and ma'am
Got the sense to step to Uncle Sam and rep for Suriname
Second country of the verse
I learned to keep it funky from the oldest monkey on the earth
I hit him once a year to keep him comfy, monthly in the works
Sing a song for me baby
Sing come on, come on, come on
All the things I've done
Ooh
Sing a song for me baby
Sing come on, come on, come on
All the things I've done
Ooh
I'm at the clinic next to someone dressed in drag
Holding a cup of piss in a brown paper bag
Cause a condom couldn't stand the mighty stab
How a condom break when breaking is the only job it has
At least the girl that tested me was bad
Confirmed my tests were negative before I left like I did math
Plus she had to ask me all them questions about my sexual past
She already know the plan
But that's Saran
I'm from a town things be going down just like a ramp
Knuckleheads will light it up just like a lamp
In the atmosphere it'll take you there just like a stamp
Understand
When it was time to catch a tag I repped the cran
I toast to chaos with my can-collecting clan
Damn
Sing a song for me baby
Sing come on, come on, come on
All the things I've done
Ooh
Sing a song for me baby
Sing come on, come on, come on
All the things I've done
Ooh