Roast Chicken

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George The Poet - Pop

Roast Chicken

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Lyrics

Your baby father's got a lot of growing up to do But you're stuck with him and he's stuck with you Its gonna' be hard to find a substitute that's got love for you but still loves to you His family makes you uncomfortable You were sitting in hospital, thinking you lost it all And he took 1 month to call? No wonder you don't want to give no one the new phone number Its their radar you want to go under So now none of you answer the phone Your conversations up and after the tone But you're hard to the bone, not the first that's grafted alone In and amongst the system, forgetful of women and youngsters that outcomes worst And the police where a loud guns burst, but the child comes first, ' a non negotiable She said this is something I can't afford to have the wrong emotion for I've got too much stuff on my plate for that to be up for debate, I wanna' see where you're coming from And I don't mean a nut to the face, so I hope we can cut to the chase I can never get more time off, then a couple of days So when it's me time, I'm gluttonous babes My kids that messes with me in the subtlest ways Say every now and then I want nothing but space, to fantasize about cutting his face And I'm not here to do the job that your mother did, so look, I don't want another kid I wanna' be a supportive wife, but we all live life with things that we struggle with Money ain't everything, I got a lot of concerns that don't relate to net worth Supporting myself is part of the plan, but I can't understand the heart of a man that I got to motivate to get work, still finding himself He's got be un grinding himself, minding his health, strong minded as well, so honestly You ain't got time for this girl, my life can be quite difficult, just save your name State your aim, and if I like it at all, you might get a call, or your my typical bit of fooling around, the kind that like to be crawling around, got a pool in my gown, you could fall in and drown But don't think you could ever storm in and out, I am a tropical storm in a draught Climb to the top, I was born in the alps I am a sight to behold, I am the essence of elements people fight to control, right to the soul He still feels entitled to roll through my home and go through my phone But he can't do his job as a man or a father, nah, I've made the greatest growth on my own No psychic alone, that's helped me through my shit and soul, you don't like it then go Why get involved...

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Credits

Writers
  • George The Poet
  • Knox Brown