Breathe, pop bottles and roll up weed Bab's strong arm bitches, like I'm Hercules You got a problem, come see the girl, I'll solve'em Big belly bitches
) She overgrown, I think she kinda big As I pass, yo she's sort of healthy (What that mean, a healthy appetite?) I'm like, "Yo I'ma go for delf C" (Go
who's watched for me My only friend, who could it be It's hard to say it I hate to say it, but it's probably me When your belly's empty and the hunger
a quiet sense of relief inside Now she walks in the sunlight An extra feeling inside her soul, makes her cry In her mama's belly Opens her, sister's
like Donated her eyes to feel life As she imagined it Go back to sleep, you yellow bellied freaks Afraid of God and modern science Go back to sleep,
seas stars Your eyes arose like the spectres of flowers I turned out the light and clicked fast the door The book fell I had so many thoughts, so many signs I made sense
supervision? Who'd drive the fire engines? Who'd fix my video? If there were no prisons, well, where would robbers go? And what if I told you to Fxxk
me, you never know the grief, Hide this side away to satisfy belief, I can't stand the agony of nothing new, When the soft white belly enters into you I go
safe As of now I bet you got me wrong So unsure you run from something strong I can't let go Threadbare tapestry unwinding slow Feel a tortured brain Show your belly
belly ring nice and slow I love to take my time, love to give you a show Get the warm chocolate syrup to travel below Use my ears like handlebars, take control Ain't no sense
smell two kinds of hallways You can touch and twist and turn two kinds of doorknobs You can either go to the church of your choice Or you can go to Brooklyn
way out of this place How did I get here What am I doing here? (let me escape, let me escape, just let me go, just let me go, let me escape) There must
a bitch And I'm beginning to think that they don't wanna see Quik rich 'Cause I'm gon' gather up my homiez and put something in they bellies Ride around
for me? My only friend, who could it be? It's hard to say it, I hate to say it, but it's probably me. When your belly's empty and the hunger's so
out to be The spittin' image of his dad But he'll have more common sense Than his puddin'-headed father ever had I'll teach him to wrassle and dive through a wave When we go
face affected by the chemical leaks Grammatical mistakes in every sentence I speak It doesn't matter, I make enough sense to seem deep Now, look at me (Go to sleep, go
Yo, here I go, here I go, here comes the man again gain Ruff with a pad and pen, so run go tell your friends It's the big belly babalu boogaloo big,
is: stay by the gate you are given And remain in your place, for your season And had the overfed dead but listened To that high-fence, horse-sense, wisdom