Jay Were a Jew
If Jay were a Jew, he would date her
We both like Houston balm
Uh-oh there's a shark in your midst
It's a Hebrew look just what you want
Don't mean to speak above my station
Never got plays from plays on a station
Nazi ass and Nazi nation
Gifted mac is degradation
Ah, freebase sweet tea
Baby made a Southern boy out of me
But the East feels heavy tonight in the broken pitch-grey night
So fine, spending my time
Combing through her drive so sprung
For a chance to find the pics she took for the ghost I took her from
She made a southern boy out of mе
Tearing up the six-ten but I'm coming back homе again
She made my mother so proud of me
But she knows I'm all lies
She's only got eyes for a broken guy
Oh, wifey (baby)
Is it true you're out there on your own? (You're such a busy bee)
I want you to know
I want you to know, Sherri
You're my arm candy
My sweet Yankee, you're so sweet to me
My road know no destiny
Just wait 'til the bastard sees
Come home, we'll do a date
If the kids let us stay up late
In ways our heat will glow
I just want you to know
She made a southern boy out of me
Tearing out of six-ten and I'm coming back home again
Now all the others are down with me
But she knows I'm all lies
She's only got eyes for a broken guy
She made a southern boy out of me
She made a southern boy out of me
Tearing out of six-ten, now I'm coming back home again
Now all the others are down with me
But she knows I'm all lies
She's only got eyes for her broken guy
She's only got eyes for a broken guy
We both like Houston balm
Uh-oh there's a shark in your midst
It's a Hebrew look just what you want
Don't mean to speak above my station
Never got plays from plays on a station
Nazi ass and Nazi nation
Gifted mac is degradation
Ah, freebase sweet tea
Baby made a Southern boy out of me
But the East feels heavy tonight in the broken pitch-grey night
So fine, spending my time
Combing through her drive so sprung
For a chance to find the pics she took for the ghost I took her from
She made a southern boy out of mе
Tearing up the six-ten but I'm coming back homе again
She made my mother so proud of me
But she knows I'm all lies
She's only got eyes for a broken guy
Oh, wifey (baby)
Is it true you're out there on your own? (You're such a busy bee)
I want you to know
I want you to know, Sherri
You're my arm candy
My sweet Yankee, you're so sweet to me
My road know no destiny
Just wait 'til the bastard sees
Come home, we'll do a date
If the kids let us stay up late
In ways our heat will glow
I just want you to know
She made a southern boy out of me
Tearing out of six-ten and I'm coming back home again
Now all the others are down with me
But she knows I'm all lies
She's only got eyes for a broken guy
She made a southern boy out of me
She made a southern boy out of me
Tearing out of six-ten, now I'm coming back home again
Now all the others are down with me
But she knows I'm all lies
She's only got eyes for her broken guy
She's only got eyes for a broken guy
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Writer(s): Max Bemis
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