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Peter Hey Mama

Hey Mama heut' komm ich zu dir. Schon bald steh' ich vor deiner Tür. Oh viel zu lang war ich allein ja es ist gut bei dir zu sein. Hey Mama wei

hate they gone feel that cake In Baton Rouge keep a big attitude real rude L.I.G im real cool don`t thank that im a lil dude A Peter Pan quick knock off

em up, pick em up I hope ya got insurance on ya brand new truck Mama need food in the icebox And I need some new Jordan with some white sock Bout to rob Peter

em up, pick em up I hope ya got insurance on ya brand new truck Mama need food in the icebox And I need some new Jordan with some white sock Bout to rob Peter

, I flow some out of my bedroom Turn around see myself in the mirror, I guess I'm cool And no sappy thoughts in my head I'm feeling like I'm Peter Pan

the happiest sound goin' down today. The message may not move me or mean a great deal to me, But hey! it feels so groovy to say: I dig the Mamas

em up, pick em up I hope ya got insurance on ya brand new truck Mama need food in the icebox And I need some new jordan with some white sock Bout to rob peter

and all I can do is wonder why Like I'm in prison, my mind is occupied with busting out When our sleeper has risen Said what are these walking blues about Hey peter

come - even your father, I?ll make sure of it PETER Sure thing. I love you mum CLAIRE Oh, and I love you Peter! Excelsior! IVY Hey mama?s boy