Supreme [True Romance]

Lyrics

[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 But her dream is true romance But her dream is true romance But her dream is true romance Well Sorta Evеryday from three to six [Verse 3: Samantha Coerbell] Supreme leavеs 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] 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 Sudden twitch to the roll of the wheel Sudden twitch to the roll of the wheel [Outro: 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 Life on the outside ain't even worth it Shit Who screwed whom? Who screwed whom? Who screwed whom?