Lyrics Strawberry - Aiwal Turé

I'm your mama I'm your daddy I be the neighborhood dope man
Fuck 747 she just want to float man
I dangle this carrot she treat me like the pope man
I'm a matter of life and death I be that hope man
She wide open let me bust one in her throat man
Throw her some crumbs and I'm a send her ass eloping
Don't care how she get it log as she keep on smoking
Cause ill be damn if a nigga like me go broke man
See she g'on get it from somebody might as well be me
Don't be selling to your folks is what they telling me
Go back to school get a job y'all niggaz killing me
I'm laughing swear y'all be funny call y'all Bill Bellamy
You living check to check in hell my life be heavenly
Paid to send this bird to wonderland singing melodies
Foreign cars and jewelry is what they sell to me
Thanks to my number one customer Ms. Strawberry.

I'm your daughter I'm your sister I used to have a fucking dream man
I look older but really I'm only 18 man
Pretty lil something I know act like I'm grown and
Most people walk in my shoes will only fold man
Men come from out of the city to live they dreams and
Top or bottoms spread eagle I keep 'em creaming
My soul is gone ever since I lit up, been feigning
Chasing a high again that I'm never achieving
Some new shit hit the street got turned out life done really changed
Its cocaine but it's rocked up cheap and don't look the same
I ain't been home and my mama shoot shit in her veins
Every hour I'm a flower trying to hide the pain
These zombies' brain blowed a walking Kurt Cobain
The neighborhood look like somebody came through with a train
Somehow I get the feeling that this shit done been arranged
But fuck it let me catch this trick and get this money man.