Bob Segar

'Cause a cig' every once in a while
Just like my mother did, my mother did with me

He's my boy, he's modest imperfection
He's my toy, he's modest in erection
He's my solider, mommy's warrior and I

Can't seem to stop
Shakin' now
I'm freakin' out
I'm blankin' now

'Cause I don't want to be your toy
And I don't want to be your ploy
For all these bad just misconceptions
And all these trash ass regulations
Woah Woah
Woah Woah

Middle finger up with a big ass frown!
Ten toes down as I stand my ground!
What's this about to be?
Swingin' and missin, they comin right outta him
Get the fuck outta' here
Get the fuck outta' no, get the fuck outta' here

He's my boy, he's my angel, my angel like...
He's my ploy, he's my savior, my savior right?
He go stupid for his freedom
He go dumb for that cheifin'
Like he won't stop (Na bruh)
He gon' flop (Na bruh)
He gon' play that big show like a Flog Gnaw (Yeah)



Credits
Writer(s): Charles Fair
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