Текст песни No Juliet - My Own

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My daddy was a rider
My momma was a gypsy
What does that make me?
Down this road
Still no place
To call my own

I just wanna say much love
To my old Kentucky home
Think that I might put on the gloves
And then Kentucky roam
I Guess that I could say that I'm steppin in the right direction
Keep protection-
that Smith & Wesson
blow off the whole back of your melon
without question
They thinking that I'm pressed and
Witness a resurrection
Oh yeah so I guess that
I promised you my best
And I think I learned my lesson
Your question again?

My daddy was a rider
My momma was a gypsy
What does that make me?
Down this road
Still no place
To call my own

Go away it's not the day
No I don't think I'm ok
I got something wrong with me
Deep inside! (Come and see)
So if you would just listen
I don't give a damn about them digits
Don't give a damn about them dishes
Don't want you all up in my kitchen
I want your diamonds to glisten
To have all the ish you missin'
I know you feel that you different
I see you hustle- not dissin'
I'm just saying you need to get with it
So! Baby let's get it you know
I wanna hit it
I'll be back in a minute
The ish- we knee deep up in it
And now my head keep on spinning
My bed... You ain't up in it
When we together we winning (Hey!)

My daddy was a rider
My momma was a gypsy
What does that make me?
Down this road
Still no place
To call my own

Yeah eh yeah eh yeah yeah
Mmmhmm
Gypsy yeah
What does that make me?