Mama Coco, hey you're lookin' heavy. Mama Coco, ho you're lookin' good. Mama Coco, yes I've been getting hungry. Mama Coco, feed me woman food. Mama Coco I don't have fancy shacks or multi-colored
I don't care much for smokin' weed. You know, I'm a man of a different breed. I don't thrive on drinking alcohol. 'Sides, I'm feelin' much too tall Gettin' high, gettin' high, gettin' high. And I
Who am I to the rabble and the wise. Am I just a young and shallow face that years erase. Am I more than that, oh, do they wonder how can I. Bring the world beneath this guise. In the silence of m
