Lyrics to Samo
White walls, white wine
White folks all the time
Life crawls, inside
Black hope, white crime
Another day, another dime
Another way to kill some time
Jimmy the best was on his back
To the sucker punch of his childhood tracks
Fab5 Freddy was holding the bomb
Never can have too much fun
Bow like this with all the big money
Samo says not tonight honey
Jean Mitchell and Andy was right
All you mothers were too uptight
Pay for soup, build a fort
Set it on fire
Time to stop, the train of thought
Taking you higher
Forged a heart, cold as stone
Looks for vengeance, stares at the phone
Spend your life in search for something
Who painted God?
All the time that you spent wasted, is not enough
Who painted God?
Jimmy the best was on his back
To the sucker punch of his childhood tracks
Fab5 Freddy was holding the bomb
Never can have too much fun
Bow like this with all the big money
Samo says not tonight honey
Jean Mitchell and Andy was right
All you mothers were too uptight
Jimmy the best was on his back
To the sucker punch of his childhood tracks
Fab5 Freddy was holding the bomb
Never can have too much fun
Bow like this with all the big money
Samo says not tonight honey
Jean Mitchell and Andy was right
All you mothers were too uptight
White folks all the time
Life crawls, inside
Black hope, white crime
Another day, another dime
Another way to kill some time
Jimmy the best was on his back
To the sucker punch of his childhood tracks
Fab5 Freddy was holding the bomb
Never can have too much fun
Bow like this with all the big money
Samo says not tonight honey
Jean Mitchell and Andy was right
All you mothers were too uptight
Pay for soup, build a fort
Set it on fire
Time to stop, the train of thought
Taking you higher
Forged a heart, cold as stone
Looks for vengeance, stares at the phone
Spend your life in search for something
Who painted God?
All the time that you spent wasted, is not enough
Who painted God?
Jimmy the best was on his back
To the sucker punch of his childhood tracks
Fab5 Freddy was holding the bomb
Never can have too much fun
Bow like this with all the big money
Samo says not tonight honey
Jean Mitchell and Andy was right
All you mothers were too uptight
Jimmy the best was on his back
To the sucker punch of his childhood tracks
Fab5 Freddy was holding the bomb
Never can have too much fun
Bow like this with all the big money
Samo says not tonight honey
Jean Mitchell and Andy was right
All you mothers were too uptight