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Native Son Prequel
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Ba-ba-ba
Ba-ba-ba-ba, ba
Ba-ba-ba-ba, gonna have a good, good time
Ba-ba-oh
Ba-ba, baby
Ba, babe have fun
See, I don't ever talk about the weather
I wear a long coat made of chickadee feathers
Well, I squawk loud
When I'm pushing through a rush hour crowd
On the way to your house
So, it's a low life, baby
Aristocrats sippin' fine wine
Ain't my perception of a good time
It's what I'm having, so where do I sign?
I'll go straight to hell laughing, come on
Since I was 14
Repped it hard like I was James Dean
Giving chickadees some wet jeans
When I rolled through, I made it my scene
She was a tall lady
Six feet plus and making men crazy, yeah, yeah
I hollered at her from my blue Mercedes
Now she walk the streets for me daily
No, no, no, no
See, I don't ever talk about the weather
I wear a long coat made of chickadee feathers
Well, I squawk loud
When I'm pushing through a rush hour crowd
On the way to your house
So, it's a low life, baby
Aristocrats sippin' fine wine
Ain't my perception of a good time
It's what I'm having, so where do I sign?
I'll go straight to hell laughing, come on
I know it ain't right
Making money off her backside
But you know she ain't no cheap ride
So Rockefeller's call me late night (Ah yeah)
Ooh-ooh, she was made for it
So she might as well get laid for it, right baby
And I might as well get paid for it
'Cause in the end I'm gonna pay for it, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
See, I don't ever talk about the weather
I wear a long coat made of chickadee feathers
Well, I squawk loud
When I'm pushing through a rush hour crowd
On the way to your house
So, it's a low life, baby
Aristocrats sippin' fine wine
Ain't my perception of a good time
It's what I'm having, so where do I sign?
I'll go straight to hell laughing, come on
So where do I sign?
I'll go straight to hell laughing, come on
So where do I sign?
I'll go straight to hell laughing, come on
Oh, yeah
Straight to hell laughing, come on
I don't, no don't, don't, I don't, no don't, don't call me, call me, call me baby
I don't, no don't, don't, I don't, no don't, dare call me back, baby, no baby
I don't, no don't, don't, I don't, no don't, don't call me, don't call me back, call me baby
I don't, no don't, don't, I don't, no don't, where it all lies, it's a bit on
I don't ever talk about the weather
I wear a long coat made of chickadee feathers
Well, I squawk loud
When I'm pushing through a rush hour crowd
On the way to your house
So, it's a low life, baby
Aristocrats sippin' fine wine
Ain't my perception of a good time
It's what I'm having, so where do I sign?
I'll go straight to hell laughing, come on
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