Recoil - Supreme lyrics
[Recoil - Supreme lyrics]
Supreme talks about his baby's
Mother like a whore sweet sixteen she is
With future uncertain love incomplete
Soapy days for Jr and she at three
Supreme comes to give his boy
A pat and a pound
Put his hoodie on the couch
His Timberlands up on the chair
So his bitch can bring him a beer
So this is the nuclear family? Mommy baby
And Daddy makes a mess of
His baby's mother's hair as
They fuck 'til her mother comes in from work
She's playing house he's playing man
And Jr is the only one who
Accepts he's just a child
Wild nights she had with a swish of her stuff
Knocked up to a waddle
A baby carriage bustle
And still gets her play
But her dream is true romance well
Sorta everyday from three to six
Supreme leaves out before Mommy
Comes kick his
Lazy narrow behind back onto the street
He's not a corner boy
The bodega in the forty's is midblock
Where bullets flock
No names engraved and he may be next
Shielded by the patron saint of the brothers
Being there is all there is
Living lovely without turning the corner
Reaching for a swig brings sweat to his brow
And shit to his mouth
Dispelling knowledge on the stuffs
The pleasing things the baby's mother do
Dousing the sidewalk with wretch of a boy man
Breaking Friday night to seek manhood
In a paper bag says 'Fatherhood is real cool
And the kid looks like me
So she better not let nothing happen to him
Or I'ma kill the bitch'
Sudden twitch to the roll of the wheel
Trained steel, stained blue
Puts punk on the wall for some
Trumped up call from precinct 101
Monday at three the baby's mother wait's
Jr in her arms patiently at the door
Doesn't know what she misses
Locked into the routine a project queen
Supreme rode off into the sunset with a
Three to six all his own
Took a week for her to find out
A minute to promise devotion
Her life on hold as Supreme calls
(Checking on his boy) and the baby's mother
(Life on the outside ain't even worth it)
Shit shit who screwed whom?
There's not enough room in the
Pen for them both to stay locked into their
Little worlds they will leather gear
X skullie size 2 Docs man
Jr's the fliest shit in nursery care
Paid for by WIC, so who's getting dicked?
Who reigns supreme?
Who reigns supreme? (Who reigns supreme?)
Who reigns supreme? (Who reigns supreme?)
Who reigns supreme?
Mother like a whore sweet sixteen she is
With future uncertain love incomplete
Soapy days for Jr and she at three
Supreme comes to give his boy
A pat and a pound
Put his hoodie on the couch
His Timberlands up on the chair
So his bitch can bring him a beer
So this is the nuclear family? Mommy baby
And Daddy makes a mess of
His baby's mother's hair as
They fuck 'til her mother comes in from work
She's playing house he's playing man
And Jr is the only one who
Accepts he's just a child
Wild nights she had with a swish of her stuff
Knocked up to a waddle
A baby carriage bustle
And still gets her play
But her dream is true romance well
Sorta everyday from three to six
Supreme leaves out before Mommy
Comes kick his
Lazy narrow behind back onto the street
He's not a corner boy
The bodega in the forty's is midblock
Where bullets flock
No names engraved and he may be next
Shielded by the patron saint of the brothers
Being there is all there is
Living lovely without turning the corner
Reaching for a swig brings sweat to his brow
And shit to his mouth
Dispelling knowledge on the stuffs
The pleasing things the baby's mother do
Dousing the sidewalk with wretch of a boy man
Breaking Friday night to seek manhood
In a paper bag says 'Fatherhood is real cool
And the kid looks like me
So she better not let nothing happen to him
Or I'ma kill the bitch'
Sudden twitch to the roll of the wheel
Trained steel, stained blue
Puts punk on the wall for some
Trumped up call from precinct 101
Monday at three the baby's mother wait's
Jr in her arms patiently at the door
Doesn't know what she misses
Locked into the routine a project queen
Supreme rode off into the sunset with a
Three to six all his own
Took a week for her to find out
A minute to promise devotion
Her life on hold as Supreme calls
(Checking on his boy) and the baby's mother
(Life on the outside ain't even worth it)
Shit shit who screwed whom?
There's not enough room in the
Pen for them both to stay locked into their
Little worlds they will leather gear
X skullie size 2 Docs man
Jr's the fliest shit in nursery care
Paid for by WIC, so who's getting dicked?
Who reigns supreme?
Who reigns supreme? (Who reigns supreme?)
Who reigns supreme? (Who reigns supreme?)
Who reigns supreme?