Uncle Tommy
Shh
Yeah
Those animals swam out of my lungs
It's time to build my ant farm
She find me but no she could not see
What I touch in the bottom of me
Uncle Tommy
Yeah, it's hurting
Don't fuck me
Rock!
Uncle Tommy
Yeah, it's hurting
Don't fuck me
There was a place out on their lawn
There was a pitcher in my home
It was filled with water and guppies
And I finally swim with the guppy
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
Those animals swam out of my lungs
It's time to build my ant farm
She find me but no she could not see
What I touch in the bottom of me
Uncle Tommy
Yeah, it's hurting
Don't fuck me
Rock!
Uncle Tommy
Yeah, it's hurting
Don't fuck me
There was a place out on their lawn
There was a pitcher in my home
It was filled with water and guppies
And I finally swim with the guppy
Yeah, yeah
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Writer(s): Nick Oliveri
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