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PERFORMING ARTISTS
R Kelly La Forme
R Kelly La Forme
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jordan Robert Jake Jamieson
Jordan Robert Jake Jamieson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jill Zimmermann
Jill Zimmermann
Mixing Engineer
Jukasa Media Group
Jukasa Media Group
Recording Engineer

Songtexte

Gimme a burger I ain't counting calories Get it, I'm walking around like some lean beef Two legs on old Bessy she a mean freak Don't act surprised when you finally meet me Blood line go way back check the treaties Waiting on a cheque for your taxes to treat me Shit, I roll around with the Ogimaa's Who done moved more zhoonya then your coke dealers Get it, I ain't fucking with the pope neither Shout out, to the aunties in they rez beaters Shout out, to the aunties taken time to feed us Shout out, to the uncles ready to throw it down Shout out, to the uncles let me hear ya sound Shout out, to the cities and the rez too We love odemin'naaboo War cry through the city when I come through If life was that simple I wouldn't need to work six, seven days a week If life was that simple I wouldn't need to burn off all these calories If life was that simple If life was that, life was that simple If life was that simple I'd blow my brains out by the end of the week I put a glock in a coma, a little bit too much ganja That pussy hungrier than Garfield, no lasagna Rottweiler letting loose on the rez roads Pushing powder, the five Red Rose Where the wind blows, I move wherever she goes I know it ain't possible but I wanna bang Shego Hoochyaa, that's a fine ass woman I know she ain't real, I'm a shaman I'll summon Kind of power, everything that I touch gold I kinda like you, just so you know Let's take it old school, my phone needs some digits Uphill both ways on a mission Back in my day, gather round and listen Shoot my shot, got everybody wishing Behind the back, bouquet on a wedding day Did she catch it or am I gunna have to go cry today If life was that simple I wouldn't need to work six, seven days a week If life was that simple I wouldn't need to burn off all these calories If life was that simple If life was that, life was that simple If life was that simple I'd blow my brains out by the end of the week I'm a modern day shaman with the mad truth My voice is cut, so I'm sucking on some bear root Mad hatter, foraging up a wonderland Start calling in the dancers to the grasslands Do a handstand, lay grass in a grass dance Backstrap the birch bark, it don't match that Laying down the seats in the hatch back Saving my receipts for the land back Bad addict with bad habits, I'm bad at it All heart, veins thumping like a jack rabbit Aggravated, I can't wait to get back at it Ahh shit flipping out, acrobatic Aromatic getting down what the nose say Feast for the eyes, no Sasuke He who stands for ever, George Copway Put them on a vibe, Like Hoohlaaay If life was that simple If life was that, life was that simple If life was that simple If life was that, life was that simple If life was that simple If life was that, life was that simple If life was that simple I'd probably blow my brains out by the end of the week
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