
Boom Puma
by Morning Teleportation
on Expanding Anyway (2014)
Death is a carbon copy of you
Falling out your mama's womb
Streets aren't dry
And the sun won't shine
On a high, high, high, afternoon
Alive at a hundred and two
What a hell of a life
Alive at a hundred and two
What a hell of a life
I won't do nothing to make ol' mama cry
I won't do nothing to make ol' karma cry
Alive at a hundred and two
What a hell of a life
Alive at a hundred and two
What a hell of a life
I won't do nothing to make ol' mama cry
I won't do nothing to make ol' karma cry
Death is a carbon copy of you
Falling out your mama's womb
Streets aren't dry
And the sun won't shine
On a high, high, high, afternoon
(I like that…)
You, you get, you get, you get who you are
You, you get, you get, you get who you are
You forget, forget, forget where you are
You forget, forget, forget where you are
You, you get, you get, you get who you are
You, you get, you get, you get who you are
You forget, forget, forget where you are
You forget, forget, forget where you are
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