The Seed
She's got a seed in the belly She waters it with the smoke all day She knows the name of the planter She's damned she's ever gonna say Well the seed became a baby Born shakin' crazy for a fix And mother's jonesin' too So in a week it's back to the tricks She says "Look at me, stare Come on daddy, fuck me If you dare Can't you see I'm crazy Yeah, sugar daddy I'm gone" She's home in the doorway She's got some paper for a roof She's got a lie she believes in Swears to God, man It's the truth She's got some bushes for a toilet She's got a fountain for a pool She's got a shopping cart Keeps her wings and pretty jewels Can't you see I'm crazy? I need you to love me Come on daddy, fuck me I need you to love me So make way for the seed Come on make room for the seed Year, sugar daddy give a little for the seed For the seed
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Writer(s): David Robert Gould, Geoff Haba, Christian Leibfried, Bryan Tulao
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