Who is you, where are you, stupid bae?
Your cooking tastes good because I'm alive,
though it seems you constanstly betray
yourself and I appreciate that you still strive.
Yes, and he was no good at doing good
He has been a man long before adulthood:
his father said pussies ain't made for this world,
and so Johnny boy he thought I ain't any deadwood
I shall never cry for myself, only for savior Jesus Christ.
Yes, and he grew a burl out of him, he grew a burl
He went to high school and found a pretty girl,
whispering he said why don't we breed a bride?
He then took her some place and grabbed her curl
insisting they made love, while they made another son.
Yes, and he made a children out of evil, an evil child
He used to be cruel, he moved lamps so they seemed wild
and shortly after, when the baby began to cry,
he used to look over and over he used to smile
like he only could knew better, things were astray.
Who is you, where are you, stupid bae?
Your cooking tastes good because I'm alive,
though it seems you constanstly betray
yourself and I appreciate that you still strive.