Paroles de The bomber

When i became of age my mama sat me down
Said, "son, you're growin' up, it's time you look around"
So i began to notice some things i hadn't seen before
That's what brought me here knockin' on your back door
Oh, yeah

A closet queen, the bus stop's dream, she wants to shake my hand
I don't want to be there, she decides she can
It's apple dan, he's just the man to pick fruit off your branches
I can't sleep, and we can't keep this cattle on my ranches
Oh, yeah

It's too strong, somethings wrong and i guess i lost the feelin'
I don't mind the games you play but i don't like your dealin'
Jokes are
Bad, the luck's been had and there's nothin' left to smoke
Will i be back tomorrow for the punchline of the joke?