You made me feel like a poo oh waiting for you

She likes my watch and my truck up in my persona we hit the highway 155 with my whole foot on that list she's in my ass she's got no fear could care less if free cries but all my radar I've got some nerve to play high I've waited for my chance per play boy speed of 10

In the arms of an angel...

I'm drunk in the back of the car and cry like a baby come out in the butt oh I find that it wasn't true I don't want to keep secrets just to keep you and I snuck into the garden gay I'm sorry that was the only song that I thought of so yeah so And also that was horrible

Whoa, Black Betty, Bama Lam. Whoa, Black Betty, Bama Lam. Black Betty in a chair, Bama Lam.