BABY (feat. The Moths)

Baby sniffed the propane Baby powder, cocaine? Ladies got a habit, pacifier and some crackers She said she wants the whole cow, mama's titty got an aftertaste Gma scolds, "The toddler got a problem with the champagne" Baby's gotta gun, and no it's not a water one Baby changed her diaper, sippin' bottles off the rocker Little ladies gotta racket, tennis balls, missing practice She be at the cleaners, washing bibs and her allowance I tolerate her tolerance, in all of this, I'm proud I raised a Walter White while I was sitting on the couch Nose up in their business, I'm a victim of a victim Addicted to the shit the baby's pushin' through the system Birth day on the bender, got a taste of her own medicine Sure, she gets her way, too afraid of baby's temperament Baby's trade, divine, got 'em reading the old testament Line by line, the highest high, clients buy, the heavens send I taught them all I know, think I made a little scientist Mind your business, hide your children, don't end up on client list Live in fairytales, the setting of a serpent's lair Draggin' OG, scales of bogies, hit the green like golfing players Mr. Woods, no tobacco, I pack it like an asshole That's dodging pups in customs, walking straighter than a flagpole She pocket poison, hear the rattlesnake Lots of different concentrates Got the Dwayne Johnson grin, the tooth fairy's on the case Daughter lost her first tooth, bound to lose 'em any day Lost my smile as a child, too alike in many ways I pray you see the heaven's gates