Wayward Sons

Lyrics

[Skit: Mother, Mr. D Industry] Boys, come on and sit down at the table Mister D industry is here for dinner And I want you to be on your best behavior Atlanta, it's nice to see you again my dear Your family has such a good history Yes, Mr. Industry, it's always been you to see the potential In all my sons and daughters You've made me out to be quite the household name I'd even say that I'm more popular than my older sisters Chi or Brooklyn Because of what you did with my babies I'm seen in movies, mind numbing reality shows And children circuit sitcoms When I came today, to see if any of your younger children Can do what your older children did for us Might as well keep the money coming Now, Mr. Industry, this is why I must humbly apologize to you You see, two of my babies, my two youngest suns You see, they're really close to their mama And I know they love me but They just a little off Wayward sons That's them down at the end of the table Flicking pee's at one another That's Johnny Venus and that's Diego Dot They always together Never really did play with their other brothers and sisters And even though you good at making my babies into cash cows They just seem like a challenge And sadly, I don't know who they daddy is Or even what I was smoking when I was pregnant But if indeed you can handle them You're more than welcome to take them off my hands Hahahaha, tell them to pack their bags Alright, D Industry, it's your funeral