Lyrics

Mama is having troubles, It always comes from me Your daddy said that drink is Is not yours for the free They tell you I'm a loser 'Cause I like see 'em breed But truth is in the mirror Is one thing never seen I sing Yeah Long time ago You tried to tell me, son People tried to hold on I said no no, no no No, I don't mind them saying That you should be praying For me, fast taker Right here's where I'm staying Life's a game I play For keeps, fast taker, fast taker, fast taker Take it away Only sixteen For more than not a girl Old enough For a trip around the world Pick you up on Friday When daddy goes to sleep Bring you back on Sunday When he's watching "Merry Granma" on T.V. Oh yeah, he won't see me Now do it right with music Then you learn how to abuse it All night, fast taker Right here's where I'm staying Life's a game I play For peace, fast taker, fast taker, fast taker Take it away Mama is having troubles, It always comes from me Your daddy said that drink is Is not yours for the free They tell you I'm a loser 'Cause I like see 'em breed But truth is in the mirror Is one thing never seen A long time ago You tried to tell me son People tried to hold on I said no no, no no No I don't mind them saying That you should be praying For me, fast taker Right here's where I'm staying Life's a game I play For keeps, fast taker, fast taker, fast taker Take it away
Writer(s): Joey Demaio, Ross H. Friedman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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