Supreme

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Recoil - Pop, UK

Supreme

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[Verse 1: Samantha Coerbell] 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 [Verse 2: Samantha Coerbell] 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 [Verse 3: Samantha Coerbell] 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 [Verse 4: Samantha Coerbell] 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 [Verse 5: Samantha Coerbell] Monday at three The baby's mother waits 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 [Verse 6: Samantha Coerbell] (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 W.I.C., So who's getting dicked? [Outro: Samantha Coerbell] Who reigns supreme? Who reigns supreme? (Who reigns supreme?) Who reigns supreme? (Who reigns supreme?) Who reigns supreme?

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Credits

Writers
  • Samantha Coerbell
  • Alan Wilder