Boom Puma

Death is a carbon copy of you
Falling out your mama’s womb

Streets aren’t dry
And the sun won’t shine
On a high, high, high, afternoon

Alive at a hundred and two
What a hell of a life

Alive at a hundred and two
What a hell of a life

I won’t do nothing to make ol’ mama cry
I won’t do nothing to make ol’ karma cry

Alive at a hundred and two
What a hell of a life

Alive at a hundred and two
What a hell of a life

I won’t do nothing to make ol’ mama cry
I won’t do nothing to make ol’ karma cry

Death is a carbon copy of you
Falling out your mama’s womb

Streets aren’t dry
And the sun won’t shine
On a high, high, high, afternoon

(I like that…)

You, you get, you get, you get who you are
You, you get, you get, you get who you are
You forget, forget, forget where you are
You forget, forget, forget where you are

You, you get, you get, you get who you are
You, you get, you get, you get who you are
You forget, forget, forget where you are
You forget, forget, forget where you are