Mama’s in the Backseat Songtext
von The Harpoonist & the Axe Murderer
Mama’s in the Backseat Songtext
Mama′s playing backseat bingo gonna get paid.
Panic on the threeway freeway all six legs.
She can lay low,
She can lay.
Better stay low,
Better stay.
Papas in the nosebleed bleachers down in Tampa Bay.
Flying High like a Hyena waiting on a horse to place.
He can lay low,
He can lay.
Better stay low,
Better stay.
A simple kind of living is something they never really had.
See they were lightning in a bottle and one day Sunny he just cracked.
He left their home up in Frisco to L.A.
Rode a drug mule down to Texas, Lamesay.
Now his mama's down on the freeway without pay.
Sonny′s playing drugstore cowboy in high gear.
Bambalacha in the back seat, cops in the rearview mirror.
He can lay low,
He can lay.
Better stay low,
Better stay.
Panic on the threeway freeway all six legs.
She can lay low,
She can lay.
Better stay low,
Better stay.
Papas in the nosebleed bleachers down in Tampa Bay.
Flying High like a Hyena waiting on a horse to place.
He can lay low,
He can lay.
Better stay low,
Better stay.
A simple kind of living is something they never really had.
See they were lightning in a bottle and one day Sunny he just cracked.
He left their home up in Frisco to L.A.
Rode a drug mule down to Texas, Lamesay.
Now his mama's down on the freeway without pay.
Sonny′s playing drugstore cowboy in high gear.
Bambalacha in the back seat, cops in the rearview mirror.
He can lay low,
He can lay.
Better stay low,
Better stay.
Writer(s): Shawn Richard Hall, Matthew Wesley Rogers Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com